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NO NAKED FEELINGS, PART II

THE RAIN Drop Drop Drop

Forgotten like an unused

That’s what I hear on the window’s ledge.

Newspaper that was never

The wind blows in, smelling damp and feeling

seen or touched

moist as if I’ve just come out of the shower!

by anyone—

ME, MYSELF & I Me, Myself, and I

or like a sandwich that was made to order but never was bought…. To society there is no gain or pain, no naked feelings—it’s all the same. Can such a creature

SEEING OUTSIDE A WINDOW

live amongst us?

It’s a gray and hazy day, u know the type

Or shall I just say

that makes the bed comfortable with the remote

I, myself, and me

in one hand and the telephone in the other.

Without these three The person you see Wouldn’t be me!

Drop, Drop, Drop Drop, Drop, Drop

Me, Myself and I

Drop, Drop, Drop

Breathing the same air

Nature works everyday.

or sharing the same

So do birds.

Sitting back and relaxing I hear the steadiness.

There’s always something

train

Seeing outside a window

It’s making me weary. I’m feeling sleepy. Before I

In the way that keeps

bus

birds flying back and forth.

doze off, a grilled cheese sandwich and some hot

Me from having a peaceful day!

taxi, etc.?

Flying here and there,

tomato soup sounds real tasty right about now.

I say yes,

picking up branches

society needs to lend a hand.

to make a home

I don’t mind the rain. I think of it as a type

Remember, an application

without a care….

of meditation. It could actually make u sit and

always says, “Equal Opportunity Employer.”

One by one, each bird

think about you, others, partners, trips, accidents,

If I try and find myself, that’s so hard 2 do

If it’s written

takes its turn to put branches

or maybe something pleasurable you did on another rainy day.

Trying to be me is not that easy you see

on millions and millions of applications,

together to make one

then why in the name of God

as they fly back and forth near

is it not written in us?

the railroad tracks, coming and going while watching

Lorenzo Murphy

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As I walk through the streets, the air so sweet Why can’t life be easy? Stop stepping on my feet!

I’m feeling self-centered and sick if I can Now that the rain has ended, I need to come back to reality.

Michael L. Snead

Predict so just leave me Don’t really try and define

each other’s back.

Me, myself, and I or I, myself, and me

This is what I saw in a moment

I took a long glance in the mirror

in time,

Looking at the image staring back

seeing outside a window…

I know what I truly see!

Lorenzo Murphy

Situations

No matter how hard I try

Michael L. Snead

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