My Lonely Seasons Pass/A Mad World Poem

“Gecko, I believe they are working on a series this time.”

“Yes, Mouse, I do believe you are right.  Something about the emptiness of modern life.”

“Well, that’s certainly a departure!”

A collaboration between Christine of Brave and Reckless and S. Francis of SailorPoet

The days blend, one into the other,

Waking naked into the world, I stare

Into a meaningless blur trying for

Definition with a shave and makeup

Armor to protect from soulless work

Seeping inside these walls to steal

What remains of my fight.  I sleep

Empty in bed, cold featureless sheets

Cover my flesh, only virgin pillows

Wrapped in white, offering contours.

Loneliness like a season failing passage.


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