Leeann

Leeann Jan 2018

summer

dull treacle melting against the pavement
cicadas hissing in the heat
an occasional breeze is a ragtag flag
fluttering before going still

syrup sitting warm and heavy on your tongue
soda fizzing flat and falling sharp
a sour note to end
a miserable heat to begin the day

hot humidity pressing down
wind humming in protest
sweat dripping slick and tacky
eyes slipping slowly closed

until
the heat
ends

I remember writing this while waiting for a bus.
It was very hot.

#summer #heat

Jan 2018

alexa

a letter to my parents

i
am
trying.

Jan 2018

Ira Desmond

Things and Time

I hope I die in summer

on a humid night
when the grass is yawning and stretching out
toward the moon,

and the frogs are croaking on
like a chorus of metronomes
as the last curls of life wisp away from my body,

a final reminder
that things and time
will continue beautifully,

harmoniously,

without me.

#summer #night #frogs #grass #moon #death #time

Leeann Jan 2018

β0×

my words are stuck
in a box
my thoughts, my ideas, squared up
neatly into rectangles and angular shapes
trapped and docile
i
want
to
break
out

of this box

let
me
out

let my ideas flow and my mind run wild
let them gallop and scream and cry and laugh
so my thoughts will never stop

break me free from the monotony
of these cardboard wings
these steel appendages
these binding safety bars

let me OUT of this box

please

writer's block really *****

#box #writers #block

Leeann Jun 2017

betrayal

you stole from me
what was offered
willingly

#betrayal #short