Words NOT About Death: Husks

When the sun hangs high there is a place I go to lie

on a plank in the shade under the trash tree.

Sleeping with the husks and among the breeze

No one cries or looks to the sky

I am only there between ten and three.

Standing

James Thornquist
8:02 p.m
7-24-2015


Standing

Sitting

This house

All of it stands around me

But,none is mine

The lights off, sitting

Sitting behind the drawn curtains

The air stale; urine.

The gnats festering

Solutions possible

But, not probable.

Why bother when it is all stands

Here, around me

Standing,

But still falling

The sound of the keyboard

Bland

No click

Un-inspiring

8:00 o’clock

And the day is behind me