Depression/Deprivation

Depression walked right up the sidewalk
As you sat on the front steps of your mother’s house
Wishing that being a kid
Would have been more fun.

You drop your jax on the door steps
An “old school” game
Later, a cigarette
Then burning ashes replace it

There doesn’t seem to be a fix
For a pessimistic view
The sprinkles of hope
Quickly turn to broken glass chips
Wedged between the toes

You come upon a shiny object
Once again you take the bate
Took your breath away
But soon you are simply deflated

There doesn’t seem to be any touch
Or tender moments
That can rid you of the tears
Personal failure you can count on
Once again

You toy with rushing to old age
Graying the youthful temptations
Reaching for the grave with one hand
While looking around for a helping hand
In this cactus desert

You have known love
But it has slipped away
Down the drain of regretful waste
To a far off place

Self Absorbed

A walk in the park
On a winter’s day
Still and grey
Illustrious dreams
Covered with red, wool gloves
Distracting from
What is truly at hand.
People they pass
With a glance or
Inquisitive gaze, or no matter
It matters not
For you are not there
But cloaked in a scarf
Speechless and
Protected from the
Elements of the day.
Full of realizations
And the rock, hard quiet
Of being the solitary figure
To feed your happiness
With half baked ideas
Stuffed in the spooley pockets
Of your long, smoke colored,
Tightly weaved coat
Picking at
Eroding pieces of the map to life
Until the stars crowd in
Taking the limelight
From the uninspiring sadness
Magically erasing those
Unnerving moments
When your thoughts marched
In a loud parade
Symbols clanging,
Tuba bullying its way through the
Sound barrier
Raucous and pandemonium
Stilling the hushed gasps
Of your pillows
Shock absorbing promise for tomorrow.

Yea, Right

Equally yoked
In intellect
Or passion
Chemistry/genetics
Humor
Energy
Parenting
House-holding
Shared dreams.
What can it possibly be
How can it be possible
To be all
Like an archer
With a skillful eye
Wondering
What will make the
Center of the target?