Thoughts

Thoughts flutter by

Lingering

A moment

Then darts away

From grasp

No time for poems

No time to think

No time for words to trickle in

And flow out into a blank page

Blotches of black on white

No time to write

As I keep doing

There’s some much to do

Though I don’t know what

No time to waste

In meaningless thoughts

And empty words

When I have work to do

No time to live

As I work hard

Trading time to live

And for good times

Caught in the spinning wheels

Keeping up with its relentless pace

I’m in the race

A spoke in the wheel called progress

MVJ Simon 2010

This empty noise.

Barges into my unwelcome ears.

This noise.

The monotonous crack of crackers.

Marking time like dripping tapwater.

Empty noises that echo in the empty walls of my mind.

The sound of Celebrations?

Hollow.

This noise meant to bring joy.

Echoes.

This empty noise banging on my ear drums,

making me want to clutch my temples.

The screams of me, me, me

Arising from empty throats

Gasping like their last breaths

Hunger in their eyes

This empty noise

This greed

This hunger

I shut my eyes.

And my mind.

In my wakeful sleep.

MVJ Simon. Nov. 2010