The Opposite of Optimism

 

lately she dreams of unpleasant things

the future and all it may not contain

she wonders whether other people find their optimism

under rose bushes or cabbages or rocks

 

perhaps it’s all a conspiracy in the end

everyone is lying and scheming and sad

after all she’s only ever been a silent drama queen

putting on plays in her head and in sand

 

 

Copyright May 2017

Another Life

 

in an alternative life

{the one lived on an earth free of pollution

with fast flowing rivers and gigantic stars}

I fell in love fifteen different times

with writers and artists and cats in the lane

the biggest love of all for that woman in the mirror

her of the flowing locks and defiant stare

I yearned to push through the glass

to blend my ugliness with her confidence

one day I broke the glass into shards

watched in awe as blood flowed from battered fists

felt the pain as disappearing dreams washed down the drain

and smiled at the glorious futility of it all

 

 

Copyright May 2017

Fighting Fear

 

something inside me relaxes

enough to let the bats unfold

preternatural claws against my chest

ripping flesh and bone to shreds

 

I hang on to my dignity long enough

to seek the comfort of solitude

the moon reflects benevolence upon my bed

the bats refold their wings and sigh

 

they will only fly in dreams tonight

gripping tight to my unwieldy thoughts

feeding forcibly on fractured memories

tearing fears into small undigested morsels

 

 

Copyright March 2017