“Longwood Lilacs”

“Longwood Lilacs” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Longwood Lilacs”

Longwood Lilacs,

Leading me down.

A pungent and cloying,

Branches bouquet.

I rely on this bloom,

Every spring.

One can mark a season,

After its arrival.

If I linger too long,

I get a headache.

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“Banker’s Hours”

“Black Mass” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

There was a fine time when I knew what to write.

Then it passed.

There was time in between,

When I didn’t know a thing.

Most especially,

What to write?

It sort of ebbs and flows like that.

Sometimes you gotta bank the pain of living,

And recount it later.

It’s just how it works.

“Walk-In Service”

“Fencing” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Walk-In Service”

Step inside and wait your turn.

Maybe two, nah, three ahead a you.

Flip through magazines.

Listen to the old radio play old songs.

Almost done.

Just a fancy trim.

Wet the comb.

Wettah, wettah.

Look at that,

A new man.

“The Darkness of Me”

“Edge of Darkness” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“The Darkness of Me”

Concealed within society,

A familiar darkness breathes.

Sinister in other views,

It defies conformity.

Astute disguise belies deceit,

And fulfills unending needs.

Disabused of nagging truths,

Avoiding peer propriety.

A darkness breathes,

A darkness breathes .

Familiar and foreign,

The darkness of me,

A self-inflicted horror.

“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.