I Walk by Candlelight
(Poetry) Search engines help those that help themselves; see if they open some doors for you.
I walk
foggy down
the dusty street,
squinting past
my sunglasses.
The wind is almost
strong enough
to keep me
from
admiring the dandelions.
I ask
the internet
for advice, and
am greeted with
an ocean of
the world selling
its success to me.
Search engines
help those that help themselves;
see if they
open some doors for you.
Some say I am
an inspiration, but
I'm a dark gelatin,
a dark mass,
with a single candle
cupped in my hands—
just me
against the wind.
I try to
keep it alight as
I walk in the night,
but sometimes I want
to let it go out.
Cat Calls
Out the gate, dodged a pack of tiny strays; Seven blocks to the train. Sky and chipper, I'm all bark in my red mini, all laces and legs. I pound the concrete and puff past a man swaggering, all fedora and blaze, who can't keep his mouth shut. I expect some rapacious, crass speech ac…
Pardon Me
Greetings from limbo. I’m floating between islands of knowing. I’ve seen too much, the scalloped layers hot to touch—cord taut, full of rot, nerves shot, hollowed out, head down, walk the street, stare at my feet. Bah-dah-dum, bah-dah-dum, bah-dah-dum. Draped in salmon cotton, I break up the twiste…
The Internet
You think this device is a portal to the whole world, a window to the unknown. You create a ghost and send them into the machine. Outside, the world heaves as our bodies slouch and groan. The holes in the world grow wide— tectonic eruption! Crack and slide. You think you have bridged the tent…
Don't get too down, keep that candle burning. Yes.
I really like:
"I'm a dark gelatin,
a dark mass,
with a single candle
cupped in my hands—"