Scribbled Thoughts

23:11

Stress-citment.

23:10

Have to keep moving

or the ground planks

will sink.

23:9

Reverse the cycle.

23:8

Dismantled his body and mind.

23:7

Shimmer and shines, cleaning divine.

(The next few are not really poems, just a line I want to use somewhere one day)

23:6

Eat with your mouth full.

23:5

Lap up the rage

with every smooth stroke.

Or perhaps you hit and splash

to target passer-bys

so they can seep in

the irritation

while yours drains away.

Perhaps you’re that

type of person.

23:4

‘I’ll bring it right back,’

said the embarrassed smile,

even then knowing

we both knew

the lie it was giving.

23:3

Plan a day together

while you fall asleep,

too tired

from entertaining others

that your attention

for me is gone.

An unimportant afterthought

you don’t need to

conserve energy for.

23:2

Strip the room to ordinary

once more

but now it feels empty,

barren, too big,

too bare,

too exposing.

What is left when the

shimmer disappears?

Who are you in

dismal winter?