Kicked a pebble kinetic,
on my way to work.
It slipped neatly across the asphalt,
and came to a halt at the broken curb.
Mixed among discarded cigarette filters and dead leaves.
Wondered if it would be there,
on my way home.
Maybe, unless a pair of tiny toddler hands discovered it nesting.
Either that, or a forward thinking squirrel.
A fraction of a whole mind.
No moral compass.
Angling for infamy.
A matter of degree.
One hundred eighty degrees from normal.
A complete circle constitutes a revolution.
“For The Record”
Guileless, gutless half-wit.
Wandering through a landscape of delusions.
A weak fiction.
Epitome of dying death grasping at regret.
Your father should have had the decency to pull out.
“Monkey See, Monkey Doo”
A man lies outright.
His supporters believe him.
Oh say, can’t you see?
Electric purple travels my skin.
Thinking of past promises whispered.
Excitement to the point of an anxiety attack.
Perspiration delivers me undone.
Hanging on the suggestion of a validation.
Your choices maneuvered me into this second life.
Living purple electric,
until the batteries run out.