“Stripped of Memory”

“Light Lit” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

“Stripped of Memory”

The memory of this place consigns its pain to me

A bunch of grapes plucked off,

Empty sprigs form quiet stress

Place-holding taunts and barbs,

The burnt toast ghost of treasured anticipation

Who will remember what I can’t?

When I can no longer bear witness

Such is the narrative:

A leaf blows off a bridge

After having been stuck

And dances the air

Until it comes to float on restless waters

Carried away to be counted among other forgetful forgottens

“Light Sleeper”

“Almost There” ©️ L.Alvarado 2020

“Light Sleeper”

Light Sleeper

Dream thiefer

Floorboard creaking

Mouse peeper

Midnight train

Quite delayed


Another day

Effort spent


Up again

Our third try

Sleepless angel

Close thine eyes

Shifting restless

Not surprised

Similac insomniac

Eyelids raw

Yawning taunt

Here comes dawn

“Tending Toward Rational in an Irrational World”

“Darkness” ©️C.P. Hickey 2021

“Tending Toward Rational in an Irrational World”

One day when I wasn’t paying attention things changed.

With little or no explanation, a large group of people decided to embrace a crisis of chaos.

Like a bystander lighting a wooden match and watching it exhaust itself.

Then another, and yet, still another.

Never noticing how close to the gasoline they were, or how even a used up match could still ignite a conflagration.

Never a consequence conceived within the action, but an automaton bent on all the innate ills of the turmoil caused by the certainty that only paranoia can provide.

Juicy secrets rolled around in a dark perspective and seemingly rational, just for a moment.

Then, though, comes the fear derived of being discovered for pandering to such nonsense.

Stranded in a painted corner, with one’s hand gripping tightly to the wet brush.

Nowhere to go.

Just waiting for the paint to dry, so then a leap can be made to the next hurtful idea.

One day when I wasn’t paying attention things changed.

The rational world fell prey to narcissists that refused to admit the hideous nature of their reflection.

And the world has never recovered.