feelings

He’s there when you look away.

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He’s There When You Look Away

 

In a pool of his own urine he sleeps,

homeless, scared, and lacking food or shelter.

Then along comes the law, this sight he weeps.

People turn away, all helter-skelter,

while the rest of us throw most of our scraps

away, cast long and menacing sharp glares.

For what? What does your heart see as he naps?

Your soul and heart should burn wild like flares.

Pretending he is not there, no answer,

but strife. Remember he is still a man.

Most fought to protect and came home with cancer.

Some fraud, not he, looking for an open hand

and I’ll be damned if I didn’t get involved

while you sit there…a conscious un-evolved.

(c) C.L.Swinney 2016

Good Riddance

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Good Riddance

Most of me wanted her to go.
Take the pieces of my soul she’d crushed.
What remained were emotions I
was not prepared for, nor wanted.
The door shut loudly this time,
confirming the ink had dried and this was final.
The view from the weathered window,
brought tears, but not the sad kind.
He waited there for her, younger and
what she wanted. My hands began to ball as
the fancy car roared away.
Minutes later the feeling returned,
and a wry smile danced across my face.
The beer is colder tonight, and the pizza has
anchovies. Not because I like them, but

because she never let me. And

when my appetite returns, I may just eat one.

C. L. Swinney (c) 2015

It All Ends

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It All Ends

Months of chores and pleading

First time fishing all alone

 

Slice some mackerel to use

I hear panicked urgent buzzing

 

Angry insect bites me, and again

Tears began to flow as I run

 

To find someone to help

Hand is swelling, out of breath

 

Topple over amidst the sirens

And lights, transport to Emergency

 

Hard bed, lots of tubes and

Beeping, doctors, confusion

 

Needle enters, things slow down

Age fourteen, “allergic” reaction

 

No more trips alone and

You win Mr. Yellow Jacket.