Gord

2022-10-26 02:34 am

Alone, he works, 
A loan, he works,
Alone he works his loan off,
Alone of course.
And alone in the dark he hopes,
For a road that leads north.
A lot like a microphone,
like a diving horse of war,
Spoken to, of, admired so,
By eye, tongue or sword

Lynn

2022-10-13 01:36 pm

It was cold & the sky was too red as the sunset came too early - my brain was spinning with those letters & numbers & they were falling out of my ears. I looked at the asphalt and I saw my past and future yawning out - both in the same direction on the one-way road but my ears were too cold to listen, to learn. It was too austere in the building & too frigid outside & too glacial in the car picking its way home through the ice and old snow. It was too much too few & not enough of anything at all. & it swarmed. Threes with wings and velocities out with compound eyes buzz & sting & leave me paralyzed, there on the curb.