Short Filing Cabinet Poems

'Ritz Tower, Night' 1920's      Painted by Georgia O'Keefe




They closed the day behind them, and scurried to the hive
Inside a honeycomb of cells, a filing cabinet filled of lives
The night in black and blue enshrouds the city's tallest mast
As evening beckoned heads to rest, with yellow window glass
That overlooks the narrow streets, from a tower of the past



For Brian Strand's contest: Five Line Ekphrasis...

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I am god. 
  
I have destroyed all that is evil, and all that is good. 
  
Remaining is the past. 
  
The past is so full of potential, don't you think? 
  
It retains your thoughts, your whims, your sins. 
  
Everything about you, in my filing cabinet. 
  
Every time you've lied, every time you've rubbed one out. 
  
I know every girl you've thought of. The guys, too. 
  
Your 3rd grade teacher, really? 
  
It's all in the past. 
  
It's all between my eyes....

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