Black Folding Chair

Sitting in the same chair
Hours Pass
Barely Moving

Looks like a waste,
staring at the glow from the black rectangle

But it is not that which one may see
on the surface

It's a means of connecting through words--
time to plan out what to say--or not at all

Carefully construct
or blurt out

Kind of like real life, except
these are the words of people's minds pouring out freely

It can be so much easier
behind this box

Easy to hide, but still
connect

Is that a bad or a good thing?

I'm going to go with
good.

collaboration

Floor like flour-
Disappearing beauty--
Flies engulf us,
while we sit (on our mound) and watch mourning, morning loss.

Cawing.

A persistent bell gongs toward the left:
"This whole thing looks fake."

Cars behind us: Whiz. Roar. Hum.

Still on our pile of dough-
Cotton puffs of cloud--
Slowly they drift,
And away we go into the blue.

chop suey

you.

I tell you I won't leave--
tho still not sure
if you believe
me.

but you.

you,

you can,
and you
must.

I will never leave you.

Those others did not see you like I do.
Understand like I do.
Make an effort like I do.
Care like I do.

I mean every word I tell you.

You
can trust
me.

sun

Feel the heat radiate
off the dirt paths
and green
shrubs.

The heat moves
by invisible
waves.

It seeps into
your skin.

Sweat.

But not the kind
that is a
nuisance.

No.

This is
tolerable, and
somehow
rewarding.

look deeper

A star
shines brightly,
bringing its light
to the world.

But you, star, often feel lonely
and others try to turn off your shine.

misunderstood.

Yet, you persevere
and remain
strong.

now?

It is true
that your light
will never--can never
fade.

The glow will last
forever.

It is written
among all the other stars.

Thank you,
bright star,
for your light.

As surely as we will always see you twinkling
when we look up above,
your message shan't be forgotten.

Thank you.

under the night sky

Something so familiar and so dear
is finally in front of you
to really hear

--for the first time.

It's hard to breathe
as you hold the air in

--unknowingly,

until you let it out again.

nightmare

I had a dream last night.

On the green grass, in the broad sunlight.

People were all around.

Hundreds of people--young and old--laughing and smiling.

After all the hoopla, I went up to talk to you. Demand an explanation; see why you would dare show your face here. Why in the world you would even think to see me now.

It all went wrong.

I was there, shouting for help.
Screaming at the top of my lungs.

A sound so shrill it would make your blood run cold.

I could feel the tears pouring out.
and the pain.

But they all were smiling.
eyes completely glazed over, their mouths either plastered with sick smiles or opening wide in cultish laughter.


And there I was
in the center.

Right there on the green grass, underneath the beautiful, blue sky and the shining sun.

But in spite of my cries, no one bothered to put an end to it.
..No one even moved.

I woke up crying and when I tried to remember the specifics of why, it was all just a blur.