While you were Waiting poem by David Michael Jackson

While you were waiting
she was sleeping.
While she was sleeping.
I was wanting,
without cigarrettes I have no perceived angst.
Take the pill.
These modern times go down
with the pill.
Why cry?
The world will go on without your poetry.
Why try,
and yet trying is what you are about,
going there,
coming here to
again, knowing others will read,
maybe they will try too.

As the universe was expanding
and burning out
he typed these words
on a computer

Let’s make it a good ride!


Comforts of Fear Poem by Kelly Ann Malone

Comforts of Fear

You are the murky film that coats my independence.

Baptized in dread. Left matte and damp.

Muscles of freedom stay weak from neglect.

My deep inhale of contentment is halted by apprehension.

I pick the skin around my fingernails until they are raw.

The smoke from my cigarette stings as it infiltrates the open wounds.

My jaw aches from constant clenching, in turn dwindling the stature of my teeth.

You distract me from my life. Fleecing my destiny, one layer at a time.

You run so deep in my veins, slowing the flow, consuming serenity.

Yet I fear a cleansing transfusion.

Comfortable, abundant fear. Oh, familiar anxiety.

I can feel you. I can touch you. I know you are there.