Waiting in Good Faith

“Terrain” ©️C.P. Hickey 2021

“Waiting in Good Faith”

It happened again

A summer not as planned

Bug bites in the single digits

Sunburns of no consequence

Waiting for something else



Hoping certain certainties avoid

Protecting those we love from life

And the harm of thoughtless folks

Libertines have become civil libertines

And exact destruction

When passing through the self-checkout line

Not wanting to wait in long lines

Circumventing the gradual path


People die from the consumption

But, not that consumption

Animals of learned habits

Bad habits

Stain the narrative

A story told


A selling sexy self-lies

That only we ourselves believe

To get to the next instance

Where choice

Or, it’s illusion

Stammers, sputters, and relents

Waiting for a break

Waiting in good faith

“Uncivil Liberties”

“Mask a Nation” ©️ C. P. Hickey 2021

“Uncivil Liberties

Growling self-advocacy

Above all else

You, put your interests

Sowing harm and consequence

In the name of happiness

Pursuant to,

The line your ego draws

Not once

Giving service

Or thought

Pursuant to,

The pursuits of others

Your epistemology fits on the head of a pin

A conscience abstaining exercise

Kicking cans down roads

Escape goat, summoned

Pride throughout the fall

What will it take to move the needle?

On your impertinent insistence

To elevate only yourself

And leave objects in mirror

further away than they appear

Keep your choice to die


Go do it the fuck alone

And leave the rest of us out of it


“Treebeard” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021


Roots red riot

Reaching up into a stratosphere

Wagging straw doodles

An itch not scratchable

Forming a Bedouin burning bush

Pandemic nettles preventing tight seals

Masking my contempt of you, at you

There isn’t a light apparent at the end of this tunnel

Nowhere to go but up


“Stripped of Memory”

“Light Lit” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

“Stripped of Memory”

The memory of this place consigns its pain to me

A bunch of grapes plucked off,

Empty sprigs form quiet stress

Place-holding taunts and barbs,

The burnt toast ghost of treasured anticipation

Who will remember what I can’t?

When I can no longer bear witness

Such is the narrative:

A leaf blows off a bridge

After having been stuck

And dances the air

Until it comes to float on restless waters

Carried away to be counted among other forgetful forgottens

“Light Sleeper”

“Almost There” ©️ L.Alvarado 2020

“Light Sleeper”

Light Sleeper

Dream thiefer

Floorboard creaking

Mouse peeper

Midnight train

Quite delayed


Another day

Effort spent


Up again

Our third try

Sleepless angel

Close thine eyes

Shifting restless

Not surprised

Similac insomniac

Eyelids raw

Yawning taunt

Here comes dawn