The Next 6 Poems
1) The Sink
She pauses
In front of the sink
She turns the faucet on
The water trickles down
She hates this sink and wants to leave now
So she tries shutting it off
But cannot
She looks down into the old wretched sink
And her eyes are mesmerized she can’t even blink
As everything she knows
Gets sucked down the drain
2) Tornado
Life is a tornado
Around Halloween
These same kids keep coming round
Asking me again and again
For more candy
So I once again
Hand them some
They complain it’s not good enough
So I pointed outside
To the pile of bricks
I said if they carried them home
They’d find the bricks will melt
And they’d get lots of treats
They didn’t seem too pleased
With my lies
So they went off empty
And didn’t come back that night
3) Silver Mist
Its Halloween night
But I don’t care
I just sit inside
And at the TV I stare
When I go to shut my window
Cause its getting too cold
I notice the mist
That shifts in
I try to shut the window once again
It does anything but shut
It comes in and swarms my home
The living room is filling up
My lungs clogged with silver dust
I try to swipe it away
I close my eyes
When I open them I’m in shocked
These spirits here I know not
They look at me
One grabs my hand
“Welcome to the promised land”
4) Removal Services
Its collecting day
I’ve got to take out the trash
I’ve got to dig out the past
I look at the walls of my house
Everything in picture frames
There’s me crying
There’s me losing everything
There’s me feeling trapped
In isolation
I don’t like these pictures
In frames
Replacing any good memories
I briefly gain
So I take them off the walls
And crush the glass with my bare feet
I take the pictures
Out of the remains
The monster inside me has been released
I take the pictures and put them in the pails
Then I drag those pails from out back
I go back inside
To find good memories in bottles stained
With the blood from my feet
I smile
Then put those bottles
Into recycle
5) Silence
The silence is deafening
I cover my ears
As it sweeps the street
On this dark humid night
My thoughts become words
Which slip out and float
In the silence
Now
Me and my words
Are all in the same boat
6) Cup o’ luck
I pay for the coffee
And sit down to drink it
The first sip I take
Is my last mistake
As I feel the tar
Cover me inside
No way to breathe
No way to hide
