12/18/2020

Night Shift 10

I wed cartoon word balloons to images
and create commissions for myself yet
failing to write them down they evaporate
at 3.33 a.m. when the day begins
[RK, 12/18/2020]


Night Shift 11 (Changeling)

so easy to hold forth in my mind
so simple to lay it out logically
so blunt, I’ll be the changeling
unsuspected by the disenchanted
 
unnoticed, I’ll slip beneath radar
fences, poorly hung doors and
replace myself with myself
[RK, 12/18/2020]

No comments:

Post a Comment

Morning Report A wall of paper fortunes and threads,   a letter shredded, made into tea, the dream of order slipped   into every cup in my c...