Fresh Pomes: Snippets and Sketches

[braz_king]

Dry balloon

I am a dry balloon
My skin used to squeak
When rubbed with a thumb
But now quietly flakes

If you poked me with a long silver pin
I'd give in without a startling bang
Just a silent sigh
Through punctured skin
A rolling inward
And be done.

I’m Your Dog

I know I am your dog
Lies and sits and scratches
And wanders this city of your construction
I cannot go to you when I need
I wait.

You've left me uncollared
I don't drag a chain over asphalt
I wait voluntarily
Because when you finally arrive your affections will be
Spectacular

When does your fiancé work overtime next?

Anxiety Bats

Disturbed in the black cavity
Of my chest the bats flap frantically
Crowded colliding they seek escape
Upward
Into my narrow trachea
Where they all get trapped
And leave me gagging
On leathery wings

Road Trip

Alone in the van long drives all day
Alone in the tent at night too hot
For the sleeping bag
Then waking chilled in ghost hours
Dark's damp hands cold and all over me
Dig t-shirt from pack
Unzip the tent and watch the star show
Not missing anyone, heart in the off position
I'm on vacation
Mind and body wandering
Looking for something to respond to.