Staying Up

Staying Up

By Brandon Palzkill

It’s late, I’m up,

I’m waiting…c omitted.

Time and place

call to me

to take the prize,

the moment of glory;

something I can

brag about.

Drowsy, weary,

tv… booyah;

entertainment,

distraction…

passing the moments;

staying awake

a little longer.

Getting later,

wondering if I’m

gonna last ‘til then.

Maybe I’ll just

close my eyes,

maybe I’ll crash

maybe I’ll

fall asleep…

maybe later.

In My Imagination

In My Imagination

By Brandon Palzkill

In my imagination,

no feat is insurmountable;

merely a challenge to be met with

youthful determination.

In my imagination,

my lofty machinations take flight,

ascending to the moon, then

going onward ‘til they reach the stars.

In my imagination,

new worlds are just beyond our door,

all eager to be explored;

traversed with curious exuberance.

In my imagination,

ordinary days bring extraordinary promise;

never-ending possibilities.

My Thought Process

My Thought Process

By Brandon Palzkill

I sit around, sometimes,

losing myself in thought,

but my thoughts often

get away from me.

I think about anything;

about everything;

thoughts that take my focus

from the one thought

I’m meant to keep to.

I try to think my way back

through the mess to find

my train of thought,

to take hold of that

one important thought

in my head,

but then I over think it

and I lose myself again.

The Morning Rushes to Meet Me

The Morning Rushes to Meet Me

By Brandon Palzkill

The morning welcomes me;

greets me

with the buzz of traffic;

the slamming doors

and the engine’s roars;

people on their early commute.

Furious talking soon distracts me,

the rapid chatter

of deep avian conversation;

twisted demon birds

yapping away in beastly chirps;

intense, excited;

lost in their feathery gossip.

Why do they taunt me so?

Why do they make my head throb?

They don’t see the day’s

too young;

they don’t care I’m

trying to sleep…

please shut the hell up

and leave me be.

Day After Day

Day After Day

By Brandon Palzkill

I see myself standing there,

standing still, standing alone,

day after day.

On the median, in between,

watching cars zoom

back and forth,

too fast for me to cross in peace,

day after day.

Can’t go forward, can’t go backward,

can’t do anything,

but watch the passing cars go by,

day after day.

Fruitless, pointless, boring

existence,

standing in wait

to cross clear highways,

caught up; trapped;

day after day.

One Foot In Front of the Other

One Foot In Front of the Other

By Brandon Palzkill

I feel like I’ve missed a step, somewhere;

my destination seems further

than I had remembered it;

quite far beyond the reach

of my puny legs.

Still… I’ll move on;

keep going,

while I

can…