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 Feb 2021 ju
John Destalo
we tiptoe

the fresh water
the cold first

day of spring

we feel the goose
bumps grow

rising up our
legs into our

speeding hearts
our hands

desire to speak
their first words

but they have
not learned

a language

so we remain
still and smile

knowing
something

is changing
 Feb 2021 ju
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1:08
 Feb 2021 ju
ro
i hate that whenever i fall asleep,
you're in my dream,
i've been awake for three days,
to avoid you.
 Feb 2021 ju
Exosphere
calm
 Feb 2021 ju
Exosphere
the words are calming me
each word is a recycle bin
I’m taking out the trash
 Feb 2021 ju
Justin S Wampler
Drive
 Feb 2021 ju
Justin S Wampler
Ain't there always
a back road?

Ain't there always
a long way there?

With you
riding shotgun,
I always wanna take it.

Music, or not,
or just listening
to the exhaust.

Let's take our time,
let's try to
get a little lost.

Yeah, let's take
the long way there.
 Feb 2021 ju
Justin S Wampler
I threw a bunch of old photos out,
and it's really bothering me.
Not like, constantly, but...
I think about it every so often.

I'm astounded at how awful it feels.
I don't think there's anything else,
at least as much as I can remember,
that makes me feel this way.

I think it's because it's not... Hmm.
It's not just something bad that happened to me.
I think it feels so awful because,
it was just a hastily made decision on my part.

It'd be one thing if they got burned up in a house fire,
or even if they got ruined or lost in a big move.
I could tolerate that kind of loss, that kind of fate.
But the fact that it was me, that I intentionally
went and discarded them, especially after having
them for such a long time...

That's the part that really digs into my psyche.
They may refer to it as a 'road map'
as if this is just another journey,
but we all know
that at the moment we're not allowed to travel
so what use is a map?
come to think of it
what use is a road?

it's just another soundbite to overload the signals that your brains try hard to process in the age of the pandemic.

I am turning into Rip Van and
no better than white van man,

falling asleep at the wheel or
searching Amazon for a deal
it's all a mix-up
feel like a setup
wish I had met up
with
Michel de Nostredame.
and predictive text no doubt
 Feb 2021 ju
Evan Stephens
When I ate with you
in Merrion Square,

flicking rain
from my eyes

as it wandered down
from the jailing trees,

had you already decided
to leave me?

There I sat, thinking
I was Orpheus,

come to Dublin
to return my lover

to my world,
not looking back

at what she did,
not ever looking back.

There you sat, knowing
I was Eurydice -

to be given one last longing look
before I was pulled

from Merrion Square,
from Dublin, raked over

the sea changes,
until all I had was the dark,

the jilted dark
of the bedroom

that doubled
as a hell.
 Feb 2021 ju
Prevost
Harbors
 Feb 2021 ju
Prevost
blast furnace wind rolling off the prairie
the kind of wind that makes you realize
we were all born alone
I hugged the river hoping to find
some untouched ****** breath of cool
but ****** the **** for indifference he is
offered nothing
I headed up Hawthorne
wading through the souls
of the beautiful desperate
and the wicked surfeit

looking up I caught her eyes
hanging out her window
stretched out between
where love lives
and love dies
she looked down
peeling away the layers of her soul
offering a shade
that harbors the most twisted and distorted
remanents of love

later
on the outskirts
we watched Orion’s futility
our hearts gasped
as we touched
(which was the hunter
and which was the prey)
trembling
we fell into love
as the wind softened to a cool breeze
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