Month: May 2015

adolescent fragments // poetry by M.L.

Pin Ball Machine: Bursting through the door Freezing and frigid Yanking off a red cotton coat Nothing distinct Blood boiling, livid All was a whirlwind People and places and other nouns Confused with each new house With each move, they’ve decreased in size Jobs and salaries lower But the costs of living rise I can hear the drums drumming at night The metronome counting off Each tick and tock One after the other, A steady tenor The train racing by Cutting through the night Like glass A father’s footsteps tap Against the creaking wood floor An insatiable hunger he has for more Stumbling, Mumbling, disoriented He pulls at the lamps Her room floods-too bright Her eyes flicker open Then shut quickly, Tight Making sure to squeeze out all the light Frog punch bowl: Lying in my own history There lies little honesty Always in between fights Always awake amid the night Fists and words fly through the air Shrapnel wreaking havoc everywhere Women sift through grocery aisles Like they do the flour In the meals …