Originally Posted: January 24th, 2013
Updated: May 14th, 2020
Rain falling on chicken wire covered trees reminds me of Christmas lights strung along each branch down the boulevard.
To say it has been a while is an understatement. I stopped writing for the public sometime in October. Life sometimes moves in a way where I learn I only have the energy to keep up with myself. Since last autumn, I ended up driving through Mexico to learn Spanish, explore, and climb Mayan ruins; soon after, I impulsively bought a ticket to the east coast and stayed in Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey. I also fell in love.
Here’s a poem I wrote at one o’clock in the morning. The anonymous prompt is great: “ennui… and maybe I like it that way”
Grown from tree trunk husk, it skirts
silver figure eights. Syrup synapses
adorn the elephant dark
and dress electric skin for tweed.
Only on you does ennui entice
such a decorous breed
january 24th 2013
- Yes, I mean ‘dishwear’ and not ‘dishware’. Lately I have been encountering situations where my insecurities of perceived intelligence/education flare up, which is the only reason I am disclosing a note on the spelling.