untitled (9-20-15)
By Jessica Orr
they scurried the atoms,
it was fast and late
empty streets, blinking lights
that change
when mothers walk babies,
see the loom of foresight
and a birth of why they
go on.
_______
street car racer,
thinks he so tough,
acne, toolkit,
a hottie who doesn't think
or know the truth;
across the path,
discovered a new sight,
he wasn't as fast as
shadows latest more.
_______
a feeling is a warning,
as night is not visible
to me;
please stay a course,
go to college, be a good girl;
sweetie,
life isn't protected out there,
and no one sees right...
no retreat means something,
a barrel of those monkeys,
linked;
and arms tethered again,
a chain I see,
a fortuitous blind woman
we all are, again
in pureness lost,
they may be borne
to save me.