Glass Walls

window glass slides in-between my
thoughts without asking permission,
menacing ideas transform themselves
when shattered into tiny pieces...
fragments of my life flash and reflect
the distance of life's blessings when
served to someone else instead...
curled up on the sidewalk like a snake
are my shriveled memories pulled
out of mental storage like one was
more than obsessed with revenge...
janis joplin songs in the background
play as wiper blades are torn off the
windshield of the sliding glass wall,
beggars stand in line for leftovers
the hogs refused to eat as they were
too busy devouring my legacies...
no one know what they don't know
and no one cares that they do, but
someone cares that the music is dead
and awards night has nowhere to go.

June 10, 2025