“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

“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Withdrawn within self-defense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

“Where Has The Beauty Gone?”

“Staying Within The Lines” ©️C.P. Hickey 2020

“Where Has The Beauty Gone?”

Where has the beauty gone?

Places unknown?

Streets less traveled,

Wandering home.

The quiet of less,

Ringing about.

Single travelers,

Covered up mouths.

Pausing at windows,

Missing the touch.

Visible presence,

For now—it’s enough.

Responsible others,

Well-being depends.

Social distance discretion,

Long distance friends.

A return to the simple,

At times complex.

Gathering together,

A human reflex.

Entered introspection.

Use this time well.

Emerge from this stasis,

And keep others well.


“Sheet Cover” ©️C.P. Hickey 2020


Lost my place

Amber alert

The rope and bucket fell down the well

How can I reach down deep within me now?

That place where the all gathers

That place that feeds the essence of me

Down there amongst the darkness

I count on it