Locked in our heads
We roll into
Our beds
And go places
No one is aware of,
Awake we are back
Where our movements
They track,
Believing they own
And control us.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:30 AM July 30, 2013
The mundane matters
Of Monday matter
Until an eighty-four
Year old Grandmother
Comes in,
Struggling
To come to terms
With the accidental
Death of her twenty-one
Year old Grandson,
Killed
With his twenty-year
Old friend,
Both ejected from a
Rolling pick-up truck,
Seat belts a question mark.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:57 PM July 29, 2013
If blue
Were yellow
Would the sad
Still be sobbing,
If red
Were Turquoise
Would the mad
Still be smarting,
If green
Were lavender
Would the greedy
Still be wanting.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:24 PM July 28, 2013
It was one
Of those days
That started with art
And ended with music,
One of those days
You couldn’t get your
Mind from,
Couldn’t fall asleep on,
It was one of those days
Like the first days in love.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:58 PM July 27, 2013
The Silver pitcher
Tipped
And the Black Diamond
Rolled,
Everybody whispered
That Gold
Was getting old,
No one would believe it
That Sapphire
Was in town,
Yet everybody
Nodded
That Emerald
Was a clown.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:30 PM July 26, 2013
They were born
During that time
Of the great democracy,
Freedom, equality,
There were cameras,
Satellites in the sky
And drones to imprint
The reasons why,
One was born into
Instant wealth and fame,
The world bowing at his feet,
The other was given
A penny at birth,
One was named George
The other named Lincoln,
Everyone knew what
George would be doing,
I wondered if Lincoln
Would grow up
To study law.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:15 AM July 25, 2013
They said
The Double E
Was for sale
On Finger Five
Past Crabby Bob’s,
Now you’d have to be
Flatlining
Not to be drawn
Out by a description
Like that,
Drawn out to see
What in the hell
Was going on.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:12 PM July 23, 2013
