By Wayne Russell
I am the dead inside out, more alone than you
could possibly imagine.
Underneath kaleidoscope skies, trees sway in
the sorrowful breeze, loneliness has a hold on
the stranglehold cool of day.
I lit a match and the world imploded, sat outside
and watched people passing by in subtle sway.
She and me equaled = ‘ed she and he, and now
my universal meanderings have taken a dark turn.
Nosedive, like a suicide mission, Icarus winged god?
Lights out splash!
Dead goldfish in a bowl full of bleeding hearts, a
downward spiral, snap fell the trap on my hat.
I gave up the booze and the smokes oh great, now
I’ll have to stick around a while longer.
More alone than you could possibly imagine, but
I truly know that no one cares, as I do not care.
Wayne Russell is or has been many things in his 48 years on this planet, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he also founded and edited Degenerate Literature. Just recently, the kind editors at Ariel Chart has nominated Wayne for his first Pushcart Prize for the poem Stranger in a Strange Town. Where Angels Fear is his debut e-book.