“Moccasin Mockery”

Photo courtesy of Evangeline Vickery

“Moccasin Mockery”

Moccasin mockery,

Boylston debauchery.

Standing on disparate feet.

Strolling along,

humming a song,

a stranger, the first I should meet.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve no way of knowing.”

“Did you know, you have on two different shoes?”

“I sure didn’t notice.”

“You should channel your focus.”

“Thanks, next time I sure will.”

No longer a stranger,

I’m willing to wager,

as I continue humming a song.

Leaving one for the other

I’ll meet his twin brother.

And find a pair of shoes,

That will match this one.

• Inspired by E. Vickery photo

“Tending To My Disappointment”

 

 

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“Headed Off at the Passé” © C.P. Hickey 2018

 

“Tending To My Disappointment”

 

Tending to my disappointment,

tends to build resentment.

 

Presented with,

an alternative?

 

Salvation lives,

‘tween cultivated,

narratives.

 

Like true lies,

that sanitize,

reality.

 

Reaching back,

far, far, back.

out the back,

of a used hatchback.

 

My conscience becomes a stowaway,

accountability thrown away.

 

Forever, indebted to wrongly attributed superlatives.

Do not forgive a spurious gesture.

 

Misdirection,

always sells you,

gilded gifts and promised pleasure,

but, leaves you concrete pains.

 

Disappointment’s designation:

 

The flames of fear,

feed conflagration,

until there is nothing left but dismally disappointing ashes.