Undue Silence [a poem]
Just me in a hurricane with a poncho, harvesting whatever’s left of that feeling when you were here
Homeward bound after undue silence in Puget Sound
Indecisive, every derision
Thought you’d stay the night
You were gone before the sun popped the horizon
Top of the night
Bag of Cheetos, jugs of Tampico
Too tired for anything cerebral
Put in something cheesy, probably a sequel
In my apartment with no AC
Prepping bottomless Molotovs
This was the dream
Since our teens, every Halloween was berets with Kalashnikovs
Swore we’d do this forever
Stay in the fight, til we’d no longer need marches
So laughable now
Looking back
Said you just didn’t have it in you anymore
Too fatigued to put on the fatigues
Purple Heart on your sleeve, cheap consolation from the war
Every night watching the neighborhood burn down again and again
Kids who don’t even live here
Activists for the summer
Every Shaun King clip made you number
Don’t forget the world went to shit
For reasons nobody likes to admit
And now your gone
Took a corporate job
Clean cut, salary and a little something for the benefactors
Don’t know who you are anymore
Been a factor
I don’t know who I am now without you
I don’t know what to do without you
So I stay stuck in this couch like pocket change
Only motivation is press play on Netflix
Bathe in another bag of Cheetos with hot flames
I should
Hop a plane
Get away from the noise
For some undue silence
About the Creator
A.K. Noctua
Sci-fi settings, fantasy adventure, witty banter. And nighthawk tendencies
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