Coming into the Hermit’s library
Wife
Said
“I cannot take it any longer”
“I need to dust this place”
Armed
With a box full of dusters
We cleaned a few shelves of books
Then
She
Started sneezing
And
Needed to take a break
Saved
By an allergy attack
Until
Next time
Small white bird
Five meters above whitecaps
Floating
Eyeballing
Then
Instinctively
Torpedoes into ocean
Catching prize
Spraying glass cleaner
Wiping with a soft cloth
Mirror
Of
My
Mind
Spotless
Wife says
Men
Have too much pride
Husband says
Men’s pride
Saved women
During caveman times
Shattered eye glasses
Nothing makes sense anymore
Ice thawing
Below my feet
Trying to keep alive heartbeat
You offer me a weathered map
We both know
It is a trap
Speak louder
I’m having trouble hearing
You say I should follow society’s rules
What for?
All I find is locked doors
Step inside my boots
They are wet cold will feel loose
Now beg for some coins
Chiseled out abscessed tooth
Tossed into rusty can
Lifetime of lost dreams
You now have the fame
Nothing will slow down your train
Why so unhappy?
May I offer you this extra-large heavy duty trash bag?
You toss away friends like old rags
No thank you needed
Everyone knows you are conceited
Faceless nameless ghosts
Frantically stock shelves all night
Kowtow to machine
Of course I’m employed
Work one full time two part time
Middle Class has died
Humble on my knees
Casually pulling weeds
My garden comforts me
Sitting peacefully
Back straight facing the blank wall
My blood pressure falls
Sprinkling tear-drops
Continuity is lost
Cold like winter frost
Chip away extras
Wanting more more only festers
Toys are our masters
Working heavy bag
Stress drifts away from me like
Helium balloon
I’m a block of ice
That you pulverize
With your pick and sledgehammer
Do not be afraid
A man does not play small games
Mirror hides nothing
The Hermit Poet's Ramblings 