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I see colors

Rainbows of bread

Rye red

Oat alabaster

Wheat tangerine

Pumpernickel papaya

Now I’m walking along the lakeshore

My presence sometimes aches

My world is blue, but a good blue some days

And my world is white, a soft white, like cloth

I’m walking outside

The Cold Harbor Resort

My room is blue

Dark

Lonely

Echoes of the past

As I sit and look through the glass

The window to the sea

The pretend sea

The pretend ocean

That Pretenders song

“Don’t get me wrong…”

We all pretend about everything

Pretending is better than real life at times

Reality being the horror show it is now

Things are not fine

There is a restlessness in the human covens

There is a reckless centrifugal increase, like space travel out of control

In the communal human spirit of man and woman

I saw it in the grocery store yesterday while pushing my shopping trolley

The bent backs of the people

The gnawing weight of this ridiculous time and place

A clown show put on by brainless ass clowns

And some still strangely applaud

While most others scream out loud

Or laugh until they cry

I scream and cry silently

Sans the tapping of the midnight keys

I erase the disgust through words

A rolling pen

Ink flow

Mind warp

The cranial jump to light speed

All escapes made breathless

Under menacing moonlight

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Special thanks to Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing three of my poems recently: Coffee Shop Rain, The Translucent Wander Pain, and Space Curtain. Please go check them out! Also, a reminder that my new e-book is now available for purchase: The Apocalypse Pipe. The print edition is also now available! Thanks for reading and supporting independent creators.