Silver Line

The door shut on the Silver Line

My warm breath deepened

Vasculature widened

Eyes closed

Smiling 

I saw my abandoned laptop 

Protecting me 

From mounting clients' negativity

Demands to cure 

Mental defects within their control

I am freed to luxuriously observe

Flowing thickly and heavily alive.

Sticker Bush

All day 

My ears full 

Mouth void of judgement

Platform vocation

Absorbed beyond overflow

Entering near evening

Modest door with diamond window

Rush first toilet

Next sink 

To heat water for tea

I called 

Expected you to listen

Before making my experience

Your rage room 

Our moments shared

Rare

Less Even in the same acre

Again I am raw and red

Scolded by words

Chaotic and coarse