By Arcassin Burnham


Country roads seemed more cleaner than the first time,
Looking back , how could we have lost so much of this time,
Mashing reality's guilt..
cloudy days with matching stilts..

Worth,
i know i'm worthless,
countless times i had to pick myself up from the times
you've promised me and let me down,
And I'm just like please , why did you leave,
you said you'd come back,
Again..
And this hatred lingers for as long as you live,
it'll never lack,
My friend..
There's nothing you could possibly say to gain my love,
you messed up,
this time..
I hope you know where you went wrong in the situation,
and get stuck,
in time..

You were a mistake in disguise picking at my soul,
thinking back , to the things you used to do and the things you told,
fake relations that we build,
if only time would just stay still,

Worth,
i know i'm worthless,
countless times i had to pick myself up from the times
you've promised me and let me down,
The kissing , hugging , touching , telling me you love me
was a lie miss backwoods..
And I'm just like please , why did you leave,
you said you'd come back,
Again..
And this hatred lingers for as long as you live,
it'll never lack,
My friend..
There's nothing you could possibly say to gain my love,
you messed up,
this time..
I hope you know where you went wrong in the situation,
and get stuck,
in time.

Note the time
by seasonal migration
return of osprey, eagle
each feathered pearl
a moment strung
on the banded necks
of brants and loons
velvet-lined memories
gathered within
my threatened
wild spaces

raindrops find
their way home
watch them bead
on the backs
of sitting ducks
serenely surfing
sibilant waves
silkily filling
oceans within
my tumultuous
wild heart

Page eight....
.....tells of a ****
clearing his throat
the very same time my neighbor's
rooster was crowing, with all his might
this early morning,
i thought his windpipe would burst...

in my dark surroundings,
i could imagine his spurs...and
the red, bronze and copper feathers
of his flapping wings
while he was perched on a tree branch
while he sang his waking song...

was he boasting of his strength?
or his position in his community?
was he boasting of his sexuality?

my attention was taken by a continuous chirping
of the birds in another tree at the backyard
while i heard distant voices of people, and
a distant barking of dogs
while the other members of my household
were still sound asleep....
and a sudden thought assailed me, and
dwelt heavily upon me.....i suddenly felt
awkward.....like, i do not belong...that i'm
just finding my corner in this solemn space...

hey, hey, wait.....
it's now ten minutes to eight!
it took me this long????

Sally


Copyright April 9, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

the new cat
is a collector
he steals
ointment tops

and stashes them
inside my workshoes

he like to walk around
with lego people dangling
from his toothy mouth

he steals my boys jocks
and ***** socks and makes
nests of smelly goodness
behind the reading chair

he is brazen, within his world
dragging a washcloth out
of my hand as I removed
make-up leaving me
panda- eyed and surprised
as I watched his awkward
tripping get away

we believe he has kidnapped
Beanie Z the zebra
but cannot at present find his lair
negoitations are ongoing...

must go....just saw him slink past
with the dishcloth......