“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

Impacting

Another day

Effort spent

Rockabye

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.

“The Misery Of Society”

“Claw D” ©️C.P. Hickey 2020

“The Misery Of Society”

The misery of society

Resides in sobriety

Of peer pressure sanctioned

Social media propriety

The goal is correction

By way of projection

Behavior game wardens

Chastising selection

What causes offense?

Despite the events

Or mind’s eye abstraction

Devoid of pretense?

A champion scolder

A high holy roller

Supposing to know

All that is kosher

Here is the trick

Mister Etiquette

The perception of correction

Is solely your shtick

A word to the wise:

Should be no surprise

Keep your thoughts to yourself

We don’t need your advice

Nor do we need

On all thoughts to agree

I’ll say what I like

Despite your unease

The misery of society

Resides in sobriety

Of peer pressure sanctioned

Social media propriety

“The World Is Ripe Fucking Madness”

“The World Is Ripe Fucking Madness” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2020

“The World Is Ripe Fucking Madness”

The world as seen from a half-baked moon

Often appears innocuous

In truth, it is besought with ruin

Contradictory ideas imponderous

Sages and mystics shouted down

The mob’s will absolute

Traveling through a wounded world

Holding hard to ignored truths

Lonely, lonely common sense

Is commonly uncommon

Withdrawn within self-defense

A disillusioned Brahmin

Floating in the cosmic void

A world ripe with fucking madness

As others nurture schadenfreud

Most end swallowed up by sadness