I adapt
a chameleon
I change
my colors
but now
being alone
I can
finally be
my one
true color
or whatever
or whichever
or none
at all
Category: Love
Calm
The heart knows
no chaos and
the soul knows
no noise it’s
the mind that
disturbs our rest
and makes dreams
into its nightmares
therefore listen not
to its storms
rain will pass
thunder will quiet
and the lake
will again calm
Cushion
Poked picked
and prodded
probably pickled
soon too
arm becomes
a cushion
for needles
my mom
had one
in her
sewing kit
a tomato
I remember
Trust
After all it’s
been spent torched
buried and obliterated
and now nothing
is left so
where does one
go to get
a trust loan
what heart bank
or soul savings
I don’t invest
in someone else
in order to
gain their trust
I give mine
away but now
I’m tapped out
with empty pockets
filled with broken
promises written on
handfuls of bad
paper in blood
Doormat
Ever again
I hardly
think so
forever again
not likely
because my
forever belongs
to me
and whatever
forever I’d
ever given
to another
ended up
being someone
else’s doormat
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 