Moving
C.L. Bledsoe
cream white light
like butter spread over white bread
the day silts
barges sneaks through cracked
blinds eating darkness
like two many bagels on an early
flight with one packet of cream cheese
vaguely reminiscent of mayonnaise
spread
the days
like legs eat the meat until they ride
your face like love or at least
enthusiasm
you have no choice
eat away break teeth chip jaws
on the morning sell
pantomimes until
all style depends on emulation
of your industriousness
Lawn Darts Pez Pet Rocks
have nothing
and noise children
killing silence with arrows
standing (these same) dirty clothes no shoes
in the parking lot
staring in the middle
of the road as I screech
slide stop drowsy eyes blink
throwing dust into their faces
they blink
smile sometimes wave
and do not movenothing will remain of them
nothing but the lives they’ve given groggy eyes
the mornings they’ve ruined
if I hate
them (child/ren that
they are) at least
I’ve taken more notice
than parents sleeping
somehow under a blanket
of television booze meth
is no excuse for the simple fact
that some people (I’m moderately
well aware I’m one) simply shouldn’t
breed