Walking the Corridor

Foot Dragger  I trip over words  As they slip past lips  Gone numb from mumbling Secrets no one hears, Sprawled on the floor  Every eye averted To spare themselves  The embarrassment of  Knowing, knowing, knowing  That I blunder Through a trance of Nostalgic reveries  And hollow goals, Hopelessly tangled in Thorny desperations  As I continually blurt The snares and tripwires  That will bind me up In perpetuity.  J.M. Rogers

Houses  I feel you peering  Through slanted blinds Eyeing the furniture and walls The flooring and ceilings Your eyes bounce around and see All that there is of me And I wait, Like a good house.  And I wait,  Like a good house While you keep tapping  On my front door  Hesitant to step inside  But I know that look of yours  That sparkle in those amber eyes  So I wait,  Like a good house, So I wait,  For you to choose  These hardwoods floors  Worn, but eager  To bear your stride  Until the years have made You light and frail  And my joints creak on windy days But still I'll be a home for you In my humble way When I am not much to look at  But brimming with love Like a good house,  And so I wait,  For you JMR