Snap

Ready.

Snap. Eleven
Over.

Bright

My toys
long fallen.

Joy
so low to attain.

The wind
only needs shift.

Yes
I am,

that routine
and usual.

Ready to break
my soul dry,

but really
just
waking,

again and
again,

repeat,
replay,
serve,

yes
I am,

long fallen.

A Moment

Walls made only of shadows
a temporary room
over here, past the trees and lamp.

We unseen and far enough unheard
and thus all alone
amongst the open world.

And it was beautiful,
and done,
before day returned it to open air and many eyes.

Late Leaving the Store

The abandoned self checkout lane
calling in green

space slow and quiet
divided by the usual music,
high efficiency fluorescent hum
and the beep of bar code scanners.

Mr. too drunk to know where that dam twelve and change from the last round went
takes on title as customer.
Thinks human or self check out,
who will get him watched more.

Fumbling slowly and towards under the radar
he manages to pay.

I take my coffee filters and do the same,
with a little less worry
of what morning has scheduled.