Author: Shon Lomax

fell from cushioned sheets
to a bed of cement
pillow too hard to fluff
my room now smells of trash
urine is the new disinfectant
the maid’s been wearing the same ugly dress
the butler has soiled himself
yet again
dinner’s now being served
at your nearest trash bin

i stand naked before you
fully clothed
shivering and it’s not even cold in here
if only you knew my thoughts
the unheard speeches
that curl the ends of my mouth
telling me i had something to say
then drawing a complete blank
at one glance in your direction
enough said

thorned sides
sweeping gazes
cow fields
Jesus crossed
dandelion winds
muddy streams
purposeful life
Luray Caverns

i no longer cling to branches
where there is no tree standing
ankles wrapped in roots
sprouting from hard soil
no smell of rain today
in air to thin to breathe
go forward still
there is no promise of light
bother not with the shadows
cast by feet moving too slow
winter come soon

where do lovers go when there is no longer a lane
drive-thru affections
from someone only able to promise burger and fries
but no shake
a side view window of time wasted
with someone unable to see over the steering wheel
no need to check the rear
i’m fine sitting here
content with your one station
a finger-poppin’ loveliness pours out
making me forget that i am with you