Evelyn is blue
Maybe they’re ill
Maybe just on the lip of evolution
Worn thin from impatience
I wonder if even they know
Perhaps it’s the time
That there 7 billion plus
Pulled this way and that
Filled with inorganic weight
Like spinning plates
With precipice suspicions
Of unaccountable gridlocked sour trick
In chemical dreams
Teeth fall from mouths
And when they wake
Stuffy 4am
They cannot remember where they are
Where their tracks began
What brought them here
Oh, I see their baggy eyes
Sometimes they asks themselves things
The product of liberal room and board
The entrapped enlightenment of the well-adjusted
Clutching for straws
Trying to dig out of that hue
They asks: What am I up to?
Why do I do what I do?
Maybe they can find some higher source
Some higher source to make things sing
--Evelyn--
Today Evelyn rolls over
Playing some cosmic script
Squints at aqua mirror
Why am I wilting?
She asks her face
Why is it like this?
A sneeze escapes her body
She opens the curtains
Greets a foggy reflection
Looks longingly at warm sheets
Throws herself to the game
Like a ball
Such a put together lady
Eve stretches and showers
Places freshly washed clothes atop a freshly washed body
Makes oatmeal and coffee
Sits herself down at the kitchen table
A firm thing
Ordered, assembled smartly by her lonesome
With a pad of computer paper
Eve bullet points her blueness
Resolves to get underneath the thing
Five points about her childhood
Four about aimlessness
Three about unplumbed phobias
Maybe I need to risk my neck
Live rule-free in the city park
Get out of this suffocation, she thinks
When it is time to go to work,
Evelyn slips on new pair of socks
They feel luxurious on her feet
Makes things sing
At the corner
She turns left instead of right
--Odran--
After Work
Odran roams the indigo department and drug stores
Stares at fancy packages
Walks down nicely polished floors
The hallmark of thousands of years of civilization
At Navy Drugs he checks the backs of vitamin containers
I’ll eat and dress better, he thinks
Take fish oil and garlic
Practice Zazen
Make goals everyday
A clerks walks by
Black vest over a blue sweatshirt
Does the gentleman need assistance?
How can you tell?
Teenage shrug
Teenage sad smile
Magnesium is two for one, Sir
It’s good for bones and things
Ah structure, says Odran
In his lumpy bed
Odran thinks and squirms
Too cold
Too warm
Too tired
Too much shit to do
He gets up
Drinks a glass of water
On a pad of paper by the refrigerator
He writes down some things for tomorrow
Office things
Good son, good brother things
Staring out the window at the street light
Odran tries to remember a saying
When he walks back to bed
A wonderful idea hits himHe smiles like a madman
With new socks on his feet
Odran buys chalk at the grocery store
When he get to the corner
He turns left in stead of right
