This Blue Dissonance

...a melancholy musing...

Sunday…or is it Monday?
Skies and streets, vying for the deeper grey,
Help cats scatter garbage in their feline way.
Feelings I’d rather forget take their seats,
Provoking me with upraised hands.
Perhaps, I’ll disappear and say to all, “Get bent.”
But, I realize I’m beat.
Time might help me better understand.

Haunting names and faces come and go,
Like dreams vanish if not promptly written.
Mind trips to exotic places,
Not too far nor too extreme,
Shatter with a cell phone’s tinkling ring.
Reminding me what’s lacking most
In this forlorn world of wonders.
A minute’s rest, a brief repose
Safe beyond our inept social blunders--
Free to nap till noon or sing till dawn.

A tune runs through my head and lingers on;
A misplaced nugget born in naïve youth
Far from the big house all would share
If one but drew an ace.
If only then, we faced the bitter truth
It might taste sweeter, now,
That streets and skies are fighting so.
But that was yesterday’s disgrace.
The masks we wear today refuse to show
Our common pain, and likewise, chase away
Our last remaining chance to make it so.