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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Steve Awakes Recharged & Coffee

Steve Awakes Recharged

The store opens in 30 minutes
I must restock and sweep
I also make a list of orders
Today is inventory day
I count the shelves as I stock and sweep
I count the back storage after close
There’s already someone waiting for me to open
They see the sign and check their time piece
They knock on the window
“Hello, are you open?”
Did humans have this problem?
The history magazines don’t think so
They say humans only killed each other
Or procreated and not much else
Nona, the oldest robot in town,
Comes for her oil and fuses
She blows a different fuse each week
Her circuits don’t fire like they used to
Poor dear, I always give her a discount
She’s starting to rust

Coffee

The smell and aroma
The steam in my nostrils
The bold taste on my tongue
The caffeine in my body
The mug in my hand
The book on the table
Any time of day
With solitude or with company
Always hot; never iced
Cold brew is the devil
I like my coffee black
Just like my soul

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Anomic & Does She Think of Me?

Anomic

I feel it sometimes
Well– all the time
Alienated
Broke and alone
Mentally fractured
An empty shell
In an empty shell
Covered in skin
Gliding through life; death–
What is the goal?
To die or to feel?
What’s the lesson?
And what should I feel
Trapped in the void?

Does She Think of Me?

There’s only one person I want to see
She’s a beautiful dream I can’t believe
I think of her, but does she think of me

She gazes with those blue eyes intently
Within my mind’s eye on this very eve
There’s only one person I want to see

With her, the only place I want to be
A fantasy, will I ever achieve
I think of her, but does she think of me

Bursting from my chest, my heart wants to flee
This all feels like way too much to conceive
There’s only one person I want to see

I just want to hear from my addressee
The only news that I want to receive
I think of her, but does she think of me

It’s wrong for me to ask for guarantees
Can’t get my hopes up; can’t be so naïve
There’s only one person I want to see
I think of her, but does she think of me

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Anguish & Hope and Wait

Anguish

She dreams of a way to go on
Despair takes hope away
She has the strength to persevere
But she has lost her way

She fights the battle ev’ry day
She can’t escape her pain
After all the years of fighting
She wonders if she’s sane

No one can save her from torment
Only she can break free
You can support and be with her
Show her reality

She won’t need your love, but it helps
It can offer comfort
The mad world is constant fire
She values your effort

Hope and Wait

I want to tell her how I feel
But sometimes I can’t find the words
I want her to know I’m here for her
I don’t want her to be alone
Is silence the right thing to do?
Or should I be more proactive
She’ll come to me when she’s ready
But will she still want me around

I cannot sit here and worry
Being anxious will not help her
All I can do is wait and hope
The kind of hope found in your dreams
There’s no one that I care for more
No one else I want to be with
I know that she is worth the wait
Even if it’s ten years or more

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.