Shooting at shadows

[DieterM]

No crown of thorns for me
but a gleaming halo of crop marks
hovering around my winter face
that hours of two-inch-bleeds
have transformed into an anaemic mask

I drag my feet through crowed suburb streets
that strangely feel as empty as a
politician’s pre-election promises
‘Isaure!’ a pinay nanny yells
after a brat in plaited skirts
who comes crashing into me,
glowers up at me, runs off
as if I really didn’t matter

whack, I’m thinking
sleet, and icy winds, and fog…
these days I always feel
a madman screaming
in my padded brain cells
I seem to spend my time
shooting at shadows

there’s just one thing
that keeps me up and breathing—
in out in out in out:
the smile you cut from your face
each morning
and paste on our door
before you leave

[kiz_paws]

there’s just one thing
that keeps me up and breathing—
in out in out in out:
the smile you cut from your face
each morning
and paste on our door
before you leave Awesome, loved this!