“Take A Seat”

“Take A Seat” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Take A Seat”

Your whole life you’ve been told that you’re special.

You’re not.

Your whole life you’ve believed you’re meant for something greater.

You’re not.

Your whole life you’ve felt misunderstood.

You’re not.

You’re ego, wrapped in anxiety, wrapped in fear, wrapped in despair, clinging to hope.

A dangerous animal, caught in a trap.

Only willing to chew someone else’s leg off in order to get out.

Let it all go.

It’s the only way out.

But, you won’t.



“Emergent” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019


Ricochet relay,

growing thrust.

Upward, ever upward.

Sometimes a twirl or trap.

Difference maker.

A real difference maker when it counts.

Showing signs of ensuing seasonal advance.

Only to fade over future days.

“Careless Whisper”

“Table Top” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Careless Whisper”

People are often careless with how they treat you.

And wonder why you are angry, when you become angry because they are so often careless with how they treat you.

My guess is that I wouldn’t be angry as often, if you were just a bit more considerate.

But that is just a guess, and sadly, like leopards, an asshole can’t change its spots.

Especially a narcissistic asshole.



Heaven isn’t an abstract to me it’s a concrete dream which I create somewhere in the depths of my mind and it draws downward down around the spine till it reaches the heart and then it populates beat beat beat until it is spilled over and continues down through my legs out through the tips of my feet there is nowhere i’d rather be than under an old stately elm tree on a moderate spring day knowing that you love books and knowing that I love books that we love books and go about lazy reading punctuated by moments of contentment and short breaks when I pare the skin from a red delicious apple and experiment with the satisfying crunch that comes of biting raw into the crimson vessel that is the sweet spot of existence I never told you before but my chest fills with indescribable lightness and joy when we touch It is thrilling even more so when it is accidental I crave those moments I want to know you not as I always have imagined you to be but you as you inhabit your own space and destiny the gravity of your bright shining star pulls me and pushes me I am most me when our orbits intersect let’s walk a while together I’ve much to tell you but more to find out

“Tap Your Tapioca”

“Bubble Tea” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Tap Your Tapioca”

Confronted with the obvious truth within my heart,

I acknowledge my strong disposition toward tapping your tapioca.

I want to drink those dark delicious orbs.

Suck them up through an enlarged straw.

So fresh and rich.

Mouthfuls of flavor and straight coolness.

Robust and slushed,

burnt turns.

A chewy drink.

A meal, if you will?

Tapping tapioca twilight.

Until there is nothing left