Friday, July 21, 2017

I am on vacation for a few weeks and then moving across a few states. 

Poetry will resume once my life has settled. 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Three Galaxies

I waited to long for the postman
because he lost my letter.
I forgot to stamp the corner
the second time around.
When it came back to my
I couldn't stand it
and threw it off the edge.

7/14/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

AM

Another Wednesday went by and I lost my mind
on the corner of two streets I forgot. 

I hadn't gotten enough slee in weeks, and my brain reached the edge. 

I fell asleep behind the wheel and switched in and out of traffic. 

Before I flew off the side of the road. 

Submerged in the water. 

Sinking. 

7/11/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, July 10, 2017

on whatever street

Sun sank sharp,
while the moon let out a vicious moan.

No days off. What a crappy job. 

Sometimes the sun got to hide behind clouds,
but the moon got these half-asses waxing and waning days.

Where he's still got to show up -- but only, like, a little bit.

Where's the fairness in that?

You know how hard it is to make other plans when you still have to show up a little bit?

Every now and then he'll get lucky.
And the night will go pitch black.
But then he'll get feedback of how "unsafe" it is and how "dangerous" driving becomes.
Perfect service 360 nights of a year, and still only a 2.5/5 on yelp.

At least in the summer. The nights were short.

7/7/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, July 8, 2017

1911

green eyed sparkle
green eyed demons
stopped writing
started typing
bags grew
until faces shrunk
gold and purple
used to be royal
what happened
nothing remember
leaves were large
the sun was small
the demons danced,
like they do
never seen one walk

have you?

Riley Welch
7/7/2017

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

NorthEast

I found a baby somewhere deep in the woods.
Hidden in the crannies of a tree while my brain slept.
Everything shut off except the sun rising through the trunks.
I saw it and tried to run.
I knew I couldn't close my eyes,
because I let the words back up inside me for too long.
Pen to paper.
Paper to pencil.
Where are the notes in the margins of my books?
I lost them.
But I don't think I've lost it.
How do I make time for the important things....
I found a baby somewhere deep in the woods and cried to forget him.
I felt I couldn't remember how ink spread anymore.
What's gone is gone anyway.

7/4/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, July 3, 2017

HR

Heart racing. 
Ankle swelling. 
Mind beating. 
Seeing cloth. 
Patterned ripped. 


Oh. I have such doubts. 

Riley Welch 
7/3/207

Saturday, July 1, 2017

X

I don't have time for anything. 
I am falling asleep. 
I miss soft pillows.  
And blankets that way me down. 

7/1/2017
Riley Welch