One Lonely Cigarette

Have you ever seen a cartoon?

A red headlamp under the moon?

The small orange at the end of a cigarette?

Like the smokey cloud of text defining a thought that spells regret

Flowing aptly in the quiet of cricket chirps by a lake

Imagination in place of the memories we create

To live, is it better to have lived as a fake?

In the moonlight and the lime, with red cherry on the cake

A mistake and one avoided

To be toyed with

Till the end of outlined fate

In the box we did not create

A mold cast that will sit and wait

To be free of ➖

What is a soul?

If not the thought like an infinite hole

The fissure of omission

To throw a coin and put your wish in

Well, I wish you well

As I twist out these last embers

The smoke can never last

©️ The Sad Owl

Dropped my Cassette

The echoes of eternity fade

My broken cassette

The recording that we made

must we go Let

voices Disappearing

for Cheering

dear Endearing

backwards Steering

Crashing

gone are We

still Going

destination Set

did you Forget

forgotten are We

lacking Memory

wandering Wondering

repeat Rewind  

© The Sad Owl

Cynical Editor

Untimely undone

Redacted finally retracted

It hurts

To play off the edge

and fall

Is the worst

Why is it so bad to bounce off of the words

Of those you admire, everything that you’ve heard

It’s true

A cynic that limits their humor to curs

What life is that I ask but a curse

Indirect statements deter

Further edits from what it infers

Rascoulous behaviour of a writer

Can no longer fight her

My editor is simply the best

© The Sad Owl

Sinking Cities

We reached —

Across separate shorelines

The same sea divided us

Breathing deep

We jumped at the same time

To swim if we must

The waves carried us

Further but also closer

Away from the shoreline now

In turbulent tides

I will find you someway somehow

We promised deep inside

We sank deeper into bubbles; permeated space

Frothing memories in our heads we create

Imaginations run wild, dreams of Atlantis interlace

Enclosed, as our hands locked and we came face to face

Reaching out into the dark we finally found a place

A home for the hearts that could not forget or erase

Sweet words unheard in sea water rest assured

The expression of our faces said it all

© The Sad Owl