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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.

Refused

It’s the quiet ones
you have to watch out for when
they don’t get their way.

Threat

I worry for her.
Her safety – his obsession –
cannot coexist.

Garage sale 2

They never read much.
When offered ten bucks for all
their books, they sold out.

Can’t sleep 2

Switching to vampire
office hours. In bed past noon.
I write without light.

Buddy

Well-loved now. Rescued
he was matted with feces,
eyes begging for home.

Devolved

Dissolution is
the caterpillar’s abased
path to butterfly.

Withdrawal

She hates her friends at
the moment. They cling, their needs
crowding out her self.

After school

Anyone can see
she’s depressed. Crashed on the couch
sleeping beauty dreams.

October

Summer warmth still clings
Like gum on a shoe, with all
the stickiness gone.

Following

My need to be first
makes me sweep away footsteps
that precede my own.