Note the well worn hand holds
close to the side’s pockets of
that which is not somnolent
nor sleep deprived or deterred,
just half studied by interns
and left for dead.
Reviled by the more serious
hands across the water types.
Sustenance like pools of gratitude.
He needs simplicity more
than she needs proteins,
and barters successfully for an edge.
That sail mistaken for a moving van
protruded above the conifers
which are about the only plants
that will grow crowded here.
Colin James’ work has appeared in Horror Sleaze and Trash, Outlaw
Poetry, and 88. He has a chapbook of poems, A Thoroughness Not Deprived Of
Absurdity out on Pskis Porch Press and a chapbook from Writers Knight Press, Dreams
Of The Really Annoying. He was born in the north of England near Wales and
now resides in Massachusetts.