Infinite Scroll

Way back when, people
wrote scrolls. Now, all people
do is scroll endlessly. Thumbs
up took on a new meaning.
Refresh. Refresh. Nothing fresh.
Keep scrolling with no control.
Prisoner to statuses and updates.
People are captive to pictures
and words posted. Infinite scrolling
as blood is boiling. Much has
changed. Life is not as simple
as it was. Now, we look for that
buzz from our phones tingling
our bones. It’s hard to find a home
when we’re stuck on our phones.

Frosted Windows

I try to look out the frosted
window. I tilt my head.
I try to see what’s in front
of me. My hands are frozen
to the wheel. I cannot feel
my fingers or toes. I’m running
late on the darkest day.
I stay on the other side of these
frosted windows. I stay strong.
I shake myself awake. I take
my time. I wait out the flurry.
I look out the frosted window
and see no need to hurry.
My vision is blurry. I look
at the rear-view, I see
a younger me. I sit alone
as the snow passes by.
I must find a way home.
The worst thing I can do is try.






Tommy Two-Face

Tommy has two faces.
He wears them both
proudly. He walks around
to a sound: yet to be found.

Tommy has seen a lot.
A specific place will dictate
Tommy’s telling face.

When Tommy Two-Face
looks in the mirror,
he sees a reflection
of a boy stuck
between good and evil,
happy and sad, nice
and mean. Tommy isn’t
sure if others know
about his two faces
that cover all bases.

No matter the direction
Tommy will face,
he will always find
his happy place.

Regardless of Tommy’s
dark space, he chooses
to wear the better face.

Traffic

Stuck, in the same seat many others

Are familiar. Confined to a lane created by

Those before us. Hands gripped, tightly around

A leather circle. Many signal and orchestrate

Cars around them as if surrounding cars

were trained musicians. Inching forward with

Anticipation and slight remorse. But I’m not

Alone in this course. Sweat falls from faces

Onto White collars, onto car mats costing

Too many dollars. Hearing too many hollars.

Another inch closer. But to what? Where?

Switch lanes if you dare. Use a blinker.

Do not linger. Move. One inch closer.

You’re almost there. Look back rarely.

“You remember how you got here?”

Asked by a passenger. Idk. Barely.