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About gimble

I've never understood why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. My favorite time of year is when vacation forces me to drive long hours on the overnight stretch, all other companions in the car asleep, my thoughts and the dark stretch of white-striped road all to myself. Having said that, I can happily keep busy inside my head, yet am distracted by so much of the larger world that I waste time putting those thoughts generated by those distractions down on cyber-paper. Maybe I want to see if anyone else feels likewise. Though not as bright, sharp or hard as a diamond, I am many faceted - esoteric in my literature, tending toward magic realism - pop-culture vulturish in my take on media - sentimental enough to cry at dog food commercials - and a lover of kitsch, like diners and other holes in the wall of life.

Irrational

I love the too big
coffee table that takes up
most of this small room.

Psoriasis

I scratch itchy skin,
thinking of lepers losing
pieces of themselves.

Stephen King films

We longed for The Mist
and 1408 like kids
dreaming of Christmas.

Another late night

Idea of early
to bed rare as a rainbow
and just as fleeting.

Moral chicken

They saw a film on
how poultry is killed. They cluck
as I eat hot wings.

Bad reaction

All day my eyes itched
as if they were allergic
to viewing my life.

November rain

Wet dampness always
seems colder than that first soft
warm blanket of snow.

Laundry basket

Socks multiply when
mated yet produce offspring
that never quite match.

Domestic landscapes

Dishwasher rumbles
like a distant storm. Water
churns, carries debris.

Unnecessary

The espresso cups,
sleekly designed, just one more
thing to put away.