She wakes up early Takes her jogHer breath trails out in smokeKeeps her brain from overload Gets to work Presses on her maskShe speaks the language wellEats lunch by the liberty bell Her train is lateShe’s home by 8Scrolls through her endless feedNetflix, then an early sleep She knows Someday she’s gonna wake upNot worry bout the breakContinue reading “Waiting to Win the Lottery”
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Gunpowder Falls
Last night I dreamed that it was snowing The world was crisp and white and glowing But I when I woke up, my eyes raw,When my dream began to thaw,When my heartbeat started slowing It was your face that came flooding Memories warm and soft and sudden Like when you reach into your pocket No phone, no keys, no cash,Continue reading “Gunpowder Falls”
Pacifiers and Parking Lots
Pacifiers and parking lotsStill don’t know who you are But you know who you’re not And that’s a start Dirty diapers, dead-end datesRundown roads, working lateDown at the Mini-Mart Freezing rain, slick black ice Split-second turnDidn’t look twice And you spun out Totaled car, barely a scratchDoctor said, “someone up there’s got your back”But luck runs out Made youContinue reading “Pacifiers and Parking Lots”
Drones and Dishes
Days of drones and dishes looming Sirens screaming, rockets booming I’ll turn on something soft and soothing Sweep the floor and sing Stock the shelter, keep my coolPick the grandkids up from schoolDig out my set of power toolsFix what needs fixing ‘Cause I’m not moving to no hotelMy home is here, my kids as wellThe neighbors split,Continue reading “Drones and Dishes”
Little Explorer
Crawling and grabbingBawling and babblingToppling and havingHer toys and eating them too Hiccuping and laughingClambering and clappingMirroring and mappingThe room with her stuffed animal crew Balled fistsFeet in her mouthElastic wristsUnder the couch Mouth of marblesChameleon eyesFace of marvelsSunny and sly The whole world’s there for herMy little explorerDiscovery, dawning delight How do I warnContinue reading “Little Explorer”
To Be Young/To Be Skilled
My spark is dyingI can feel the passion dryingI’ve grown weary of the pryingInto matters that make no difference to my life What happened to the yearning?When my soul was always burningMy mind constatly churning outIdeas that I fashioned into gold All the stories left untoldAll the songs left unsungWhat is was to be youngContinue reading “To Be Young/To Be Skilled”
The Things We Left Behind
Momma wept It’s all too much to accept The memories she kept Swore to preserve and protectChipped floors she patiently swept Stacks of of junk-mail and debts The kitchen of crepes and cartoons All consumed Momma, I said It’s all still there in our headsYour laugh as you fed usThe tales that you read usHandsContinue reading “The Things We Left Behind”
Jeremy Koloski 