I read

I read
audio books while I work
to drown out the world
I read
relentless fluff to hide
the dark recesses in my brain
I read
poetry because
by reading I make better music
I read
entirely too much
into carelessly cast comments
because I can never believe
that they are simply comments

I read
the silent screams
coming from faces
I read
the colors
that drain from the world
I read
all that rages
spawned from fear
I read
because in the reading
come
nothing
but unanswerable questions
and bliss

Vette

Midnight blue midlife crisis
screams past
flying down
traffic choked highway
life
shoving road weary travelers
scrambling away
pushing humanity
keeping all at bay
chased by his demons
outrunning his past
knuckles white
holding on
controlling
whatever is left
of life
he sees eternity
passing him by
and in haste
misses
but by mere seconds
all that could
but never would
be

 

 

April Wells
6/2/17

You Don’t Know

You don’t know
you can’t
and until you do
what you can’t possibly ever do
don’t freaking sit there
and judge

You don’t know
you can’t feel
you don’t and you don’t and you don’t
but I do

the fine crushed glass
that sits silently
deep within
my fingers
my wrists and toes
my knees
silent
until

it screams

and when it screams
there is nothing
NOTHING
that is beyond the realm of reason

when it burns
and screams
those silent screams
that echo down the neurons to burst behind your brain
those are the days when

your mindless blather
comes screaming back
to kick
where the pain is deepest
and reminds me
that
even though you can’t
and you don’t
and you never ever ever could
still you do

You are not me
and you can not know
so take your platitudes
and go somewhere
where you can be
your own god

 

April Wells
5/13/17

Deeds

WanderingBetween

Now and never

Past and forever

Invisibly

See them dance

Hear silent music

Celebrate what is

What was

What never could

What the hell are you doing

Saying

Even thinking 

No good deed

No good deed

No freaking good

And yet

Invisibility stands

Luck hangs

LuckSliced so thin

Nearly transparent 

And yet 

Luck holds tightly

Winding round with the gold

Of dreams

That awkward yet

Unfolding

As crimson dawn

And the luck

Hangs

Suspended

Warm with memories to com

My god

needy god

Who’sĀ God is a needy god?
what god
requires likes
and shares
and comments
Questioning
are you perfectly certain
that the avenue to heaven
lies
in the acceptance
of strangers
on a post
because
I was taught
that grace was not something
I could earn
with
inane platitudes
typed
thoughtlessly
in the vain attempt
to win
the social media
popularity
contest
Is your God so shallow and needy
that the only way
to blessings
and grace
is to click and like and comment
on the post
of a human?