I was asleep at the wheel
when I was jolted back to life
by the sickening thud
of a bird flying sidelong
into the car next to mine,
a delicate winged creature
reduced to a lifeless mass
of feathers and splintered bone,
succumbed to the forces of gravity
in one fell swoop.
one life for another,
one fleeting moment
of universal awareness;
I can’t fly, but
that bird will never fly again.
Much of Colorado has been ravaged by flooding due to heavy rainfall this weekend. In Aurora, the main road by my house is wrecked. Here are some photos I took Sept. 13.
Hibernation.
We all have these things
(beings)
lying dormant.
Torment!
Pent up & bent.
Angled & molded
Mom & Pop.
Passed down
& inherent.
Innate, this need
to debase.
Deface.
Good grace.
Universes
trapped
in small spaces.
Vomit splatters faces.
I want to know,
do sleeping souls
dream
of electric things?
Fear is
pocket lint,
irrelevant.
so is change,
is tokens.
I just need a place
to warm
my idle hands.
FM Ghost 