the daily grind on steroids,
What’s going to overload me–
a certain look, the wrong answer,
tripping on a crack?
no safety valve available.
Who will suffer from the explosion–
co-worker, kid, lover–
or is it going to be
an implosion causing melting
with nothing left but a
I’m late. I’m late for a very important Friday Flash 55. Too much reality to this one. I hope G-man still comes to visit.
Snickers awoke from his nap and wondered what happened. From dozing in the chair in a dignified manner to dressed in glitter and bows~what a nightmare.
Or maybe in a strange twist of fate, he had switched places and become the master rather than the familiar. Or maybe it was just the darn kid again.
Bathed in light from
the beautiful blood moon,
a rabbit quivers in fear.
Fog shrouds the fields.
A lone corn stalk remains
peering above the close blanket,
a sentinel keeping watch.
Distant frantic yipping
of coyotes in pursuit of prey
reaches nervous ears.
The moon settling in the west,
darkness chased away by the rising sun,
and night stalkers hide
until the lady moon reappears.
Linking to d’Verse Poets open mic night.
Smokestacks belching putrid nuclear smoke.
City lights escape to the once dark endless sky
Revealing the pollution and junk floating in space.
Water ripples with each new tire or beer can tossed in.
The sun is blocked with the black air from car exhaust.
Politicians will clean it up when elephants fly,
so I guess it’s up to you and me.
courtesy of Magpie Tales
Linking to Magpie Tales #85