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there is something
not quite explainable happening here logic can be good even a blessing in a discussion between two people with opposing points of view but what's happening has little to do with logic its as if something is feeding here something's not quite right around here at night as I write my poetry or work on my watercolors when the dishwasher chugs and burps penetrate the silence sudden things happen laughter in a singular loop coming through the walls pushed through by a silent rush of cold air a repeated refrain which sounds inhuman and paper sacks fly off the top of the refrigerator and drift down like snow once a painting dropped off the wall the glass shattering the plastic container of water explodes in a belches of repressed air unexpectedly and once when I looked outside to see who was digging in the dumpster a hooded thing which looked like a man who had no eyes but twin black mirrors glanced up I am sure it was a trick of the light but I thought his neck twisted backwards when I turned on the outside balcony light he ceased moving and looked directly up into me as if he could see through I expected him to catapult himself skyward to my balcony softly he alighted on his black feet and silently padded over to beneath my balcony looking up at me his head tilting side to side in an awkward fashion I slammed the balcony shut and hurriedly clicked the latch as I held my pounding chest under my summer nightgown one early morning during a hot spell during some of the worst months of the man-made pandemic a naked homeless man pounded on each and every parked car in the lot screaming he's here help me help me help me until an ambulance and some police officers enticed him away crazy with the heat someone said or crazy with the isolation all I know is that people have died here by natural causes by someone else's hand and by their own its the last stop and the end of the line for some and I know no I believe I feel so much better when I'm away and outside and not cloisterd in here within with It and I've heard my neighbors say the same thing like how they breathe a little easier and remember to smile and their thoughts clear when they leave and only when they leave there's something not quite right about here and I tell it sometimes to leave me alone...and not to bother anyone else some places some spaces simply have a mind of their own. ******************************************************** (you aren't required to agree or to believe but a little willing suspension of disbelief does help...or does it?) LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 6:57 PM PST JANUARY 24, 2023 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED@ SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@ RE EDITED ON 1/26/2023 1:11 AM PST TIME AND DATE STAMPED FOR LEGAL COPYRIGHT@ Vote for this poem |
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