2 Poems “The Mind Energy Garden” and “The Traumatized Hillbilly” by David L O’Nan


The Mind Energy Garden

Dark foggy night
Sort of like Wednesday
at a diner
There's a horrid breath puttering
under the rocks
It's a snake, or it's dynamite,
or it's just the earth snoring
It snores a gargling grass
into its dry stomach
Now it is dawn,
a blade is cutting through my vision
Forlorn visions
And I see him again

The Traumatized Hillbilly

The traumatized hillbilly
body slamming 12 packs
body slamming 12 packs
sitting on to of a Nissan
He burps into the chicken feathers
that swim over the city
(fades to grey)
A parking lot empties
from our imagination
All that is left is 100 cub scouts
without a compass
without a home
A garden spins wildly in and out of our mind
While the sunshine squirts out
its last ray of light for today
it laughs a belch back
into the darkness of the sky
and dies there
For a few more hours
Hours that smelled like armpits.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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