Slurred Lines
There was too much space between the platform
And the track belonging to the homeless
Whose liquid lunch made the distance blurry
But pronounced the length to which she’d go to
Close her eyes and drown them in the filthy
Footsteps that took him to the conditioned
Indoors where bleak repetition made him
Drink when he touched the doorknob of the home
In which she paced the floor hoping that they’d
Grow to be different from the way scared kids
Cling to the violent concept of the love
That everyone is looking for or making
Up as they travel but never arrive
Since there’s too much space until the platform.
Justice
As soon as the words are on the page
The time is different
My mind is changed
Each beat is eased
Good or bad
It’s captured
That feeling
The ache
…I hope I did it justice.
Hi Val!!
ReplyDeleteYour prose is excellent. You have an honest depth, and a great perspective of the world. Really enjoyed 'Slurred Lines'. I'd love to know the inspiration there.
Keep it up. Try to keep a daily effort. You'll be rewarded. It's in the words.
:)
Andrew