Evelyn K.

my little

hazelnut

bit of

radiance

in this

spectacle

of sadness

you’ve already

made me

proud

even if

you only

exist in

my thought

Rearview

the great going on

what’s in the rearview

flashes of light, bursts of energy

screams, like a chorus

lustful, painful, it’s all identical

neon bugzappers of war

commercialism’s fake tendrils

societal norms’ intricate snares

one big flash every halfsecond

enough to contend the doldrums

of a discontented under-a-rock dweller

but enough to break a true soul

and I cannot say I am this

the hypnotic everything

has left me a well-fed psycho

but there’s always that someday

somewhere on this ticking plain

and when I find it

it’ll all be in my rearview

just like you

whoever you are

wherever you are