Halfway along a train of thought
a single passenger, just you,
as nimble as a soft-pawed cat,
stepped out onto a deserted platform.
Out of my heart,
a great rocket of desire raced away
into a half-dressed sky.
It may have been your floppy hat.
and your pink shoes that caught my attention,
yet it was you, your appearance
between the hat and shoes
that caused my mind to gasp
like a swimmer coming up for air.
I think we were both surprised,
both caught off guard like that,
both bemused and aroused
in the same timeless vision.
We had only moments to smile and wave
before a flash of gunpowder blooms
derailed us both,
but it was so worth it.
"I was at an intersection, approaching a stop light
It had changed from green to yellow then red
Three autos in front of me
I was facing north on 84th street
Right off of Center
As I'm stopped I canter peered my vision to the left of me
And for the life of me
Have I never seen
It was a mouse crossing the medium, running, skipping, walking cross the street
This little gray/white mouse-
~
Our eyes connected light still red
I was wondering where's he going
I've seen mice in a house, garage, cabinets, attics, farms, fields and shacks
But never have I
Have never I have never
Seen a mouse cross the street at a four lane metro city street walk?
big city street-MOUSE CROSSINGS-
The light turned green, a micro-second he disappeared did he
go back
Did he jump the curb
Did he run past my tire
Or is in my wheel alive stuck, clinging for dear life what the heck
Or is he smashed
All I know we had I contact the next second he was gone?
Let the people say hummm?
THISS A TRUE STORY, YA?"
5/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Crossing on a ballot the vote Men
To elect a Government
Not for the crossing of the pressmen
To that Government
The sun went down before mid day.
And left me just walking away.
To feel the darkness cover me.
And wonder if I'll ever see.
The light of day has a new shade.
Since that dark day that the devil made.
A momentary lapse of love.
Where angels couldn't see above.
The clouds have covered up my view.
I now feel that I have lost you.
And once again I search my soul.
To learn love's lesson's and it's toll.
Bridges to where you didn't choose.
Emotions that leave you no clues.
An end result that just went wrong.
And now it's just gone on too long.
Roads back sometimes just disappear.
When reason fills your heart with fear.
Afraid to challenge what seems sound.
When evil brakes up solid ground.
Down and out feels too familiar.
That place inside where you can't feel her.
A losers sense of common sense.
That emptiness of recompense.
Civility, now lost sanity.
Where love knows no humanity.
Is where I now must find my way.
Back to that place where I can stay.
When I reached the edge of the abyssal night,
in plain view of the condensation of stars,
when "us" was impossible
to carry rolled in my school backpack,
and it all became a fact,
without step back,
the conversion of yesterdays
closed in my bones,
It no longer mattered how I felt about
my crowning
that fetus in a beaten belly,
helplessly birthing
into a deafening white noise...
When all is set and done
there is a crossing,
at the bottom of a creek
into yet another unreal future.
I'm about to take a leap
into the unknown
into the void remotely
here
writing you a poem.
First
I thought of
crossing
to other side
But
then I saw
someone wanting
to cross on my side
Puzzled
I asked others
which side is better
knew, Best side, is no more
Signals
blinked again
others briskly crossed
me too, paced to other side
Puzzled again, on other side
realised soon
there's no compulsion
to crossover at every signal
Crossings
are for discipline
to avoid accidents
not guide for destinations
Signals
blinked again
I too winked at red one
didn't cross, walked my way
Am on my path
others are crossing over
at each crossing, I pause
Hinting others, at Options, to crossover again
~~~~~~~~~
- Hitendra
The chosen one -
Yes, I am seeing more and more cars stalled
on the freeway. I am seeing shorter
tempers. I am seeing more faces gnarled
with stress. I hear more talking of border
crossings. Things are getting much more gruesome
out there. Our leaders understand vaguely
the social beasties grinning in fulsome
anticipation the bloodbath ready
to commence. In our closed world we don't know
just how we have been marked, we have been so
comfortable so long. Nightly, we throw
alarms, check perimeter for a foe
that may come from within our very midst.
Years of greed and the ship begins to list.