MY BLUE EYES
my back cracks like popcorn
on my office chair
I doze off
and kickwrite in my slumber
about days and their numbers.
when I wake
I hear my computer whirring
like a giant compressor
I have died many times
in my life
a wife, a job, a stillborn thought
all follow me like time
slow and methodical, lurking
I have died before
that was my spine you heard
over the loud speaker
"get back to work"
but it groans and sighs
and I take the day to watch
the skies
here I come full of youth
spilling, frothing, invisible
my hidden anguish
a disguise for
my blue eyes
Ryan Shaw