AFTER TWO

without white noise
the silence bares
the cut on my face
that sneaks out while you're asleep.

a product of disorder
the quiet disquiets.
ghost habits get past
the inner alarms
laundry gets done in go-go time
and spirits coat cubes in the early morning.

the roast comes out dry
it's alright, looks before cooks
there's always pizza.
everyday tastes like new year's eve still
entertaining is performing
just like it always was.

it's stacks of pancakes now
and bigger denominations.
no more funny looks at the grocery store
plastic isn't just recycled.

the sun shines brightly here.
wildlife abounds
among the greenery
of an unfamiliar idyll.
everything just makes sense.
surreal, really.

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

You have been quite my friend . Whats brewing ? Your thoughts must be traveling back in time .

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a clever piece, with the juxtaposition of the everyday with an honesty of emotion and thought.

[Renée]

Mockingbird ( one of my favorite birds btw) This has my mind going in a 1000 directions…one..I read and see glimpses of disfunction … "quiet disquiets" boy there is no louder noise ! So much to relate to…how the past sneaks up .. excuse me if I am wrong..but it seems early morning drinking…and the day unfolding ..
Great piece of writing !

[Mockingbird]

the past does sneak up inevitably when you're trying to live a seemingly normal life now. i'm glad you got the early morning drinking bit. thank you for your astute review.

[Renée]

Dear Mockingbird.. Your work was very clear and my honor to read. the "cut on the face that sneaks out while your sleeping" is a incredible vision of how it is ..

[Kenneth The Poet]

An excellent look into the life of somebody who may be ready to break. Like the eye of the storm.