slouching backpack shuffle,

nervous chatter,

waiting,

anticipating,

new start

 

I am trying to tell a story with poetry, offering a glimpse into my life by writing about specific encounters, memories, and experiences.  These poems are still very rough. I am still searching for right words. 

10 second interaction

one little conversation

brief encounters

overheard words

wisdom from

my unintentional teachers

no i don’t want

your pamphlet

while I wait.

no i don’t want

your view of God

to take with me.

I’ll just keep

my own.

while I

happily,

obliviously

wait for

my bus.

 

 

pretty little town

all the right things

all the right neighbors

pretty little town

so clean

so beautiful

so perfect

pretty little town

easy to live

easy to play

pretty little town

no thanks.

gritty,

dirty,

harsh,

little place

perfect for me.

 

vibrating in my soul

shuffling down the street to

my own beat

oh yeah,

i can feel it now

seeping out of my fingers

into the air

surrounding me

my music

 

 

sign painted by my father

neighbors memories of my mother

greetings every morning

inquiries without intrusion

they don’t know my name

but they know me

 

a place to sit down

my home, my sanctuary

brother, sister rest

To a mother I hardly knew,

I remember your

Smiling face

Tickling hands

Kool cigarettes

Pepsi cola

To a mother I once knew,

I remember you

Peacefully walking around the house

Calmly answering to my many questions

Gently caring for me

To a mother I long for,

I wish that I had

Known you longer

Loved you more

Yours truly

nighttime magic

mischievous

mystical

glorious

illustrious

nighttime magic