“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.

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“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.

“I’m A Big Guy”

“I’m A Big Guy”

Oh! Hello!

I didn’t mean to startle you,

Ms. Fright.

The elevator doors opened,

and there I was,

And there you were.

You startled.

Then I startled,

because your startle startled me.

We both laugh.

You laugh because you realize that it’s only me,

And not some other Ne’er-do-well.

And I laugh, because I’m uncomfortable by your reaction.

And I’m not supposed to be sensitive,

And I’m supposed to be chivalrous,

And I’m supposed to afford compassion,

Because walking around in this world a lot of the time is dangerous for women.

Fact.

Especially, when Ne’er-do-wells often harm.

No, I get it.

I suppose that I too,

would startle,

if I were you.

If the elevator doors opened,

And a mound of man was in that space.

Inexplicably.

I’m sorry that you have to live with that possibility of terror.

On a human level I understand,

And wish it weren’t so.

It would be great if we could just be people waiting for doors to open,

And not be startled by what is behind them when they finally do.