Stay Awake

Normally I welcome sleep,

But lately I dread the thought

Of the nightmares that await.

Memories of the pain and fear

Haunt me 'til the morning comes.

I want to just...stay awake...

Caren E. Salas

Drive to Your Dreams!

"The Department of Motor Vehicles"...

Not very poetic to say it

Not at all pretty to see

The clerks are not very friendly

Not that I would expect them to be.

The walls are quite drab and depressing

Lines of people spill out the front door

A monotone voice makes announcements

"Now serving G - zero - two - four".

There's no way of getting around it
This DMV hell, so it seems
Passing tests of patience and knowledge
Before you can drive to your dreams.

Caren E. Salas

(Photo by William Salas)

For my daughter: who passed!!

Inspiration strikes at the oddest places sometimes, but seriously, what else is there to do while you are waiting at the DMV?  After a while I started getting punchy. I looked outside and it was pouring down rain...of course. Could the day get any better? I had to laugh or I was gonna' cry. Whatcha' gonna' do? 

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Raining...of Course.

At the DMV waiting

Of course it starts raining

My car's parked a mile away.

I hope it will let up

but I don't even get up

"That's just great!" is all I can say.

Caren E. Salas 

And to all those DMV employees: I apologize, my heart goes out to you, but hey, would it kill you to smile?

The Next Dark Day

It's hard to tell sometimes
The day the darkness starts.
It's just a little harder reading
Just a little fuzzy looking down the street.

But soon I realize
The next dark day is coming.
The words I read have letters missing
Faces seem to blend into the crowd.

And then it's all around
The darkness fills my world.
How long? I have no way of knowing,
Counting time 'til all I know is night.


Caren E. Salas

A Positive Rejection

They say that if you get a note
In actual pen and ink,
Written in the editor's hand
Than maybe you don't stink.

They say that if you get response
At all than that's a sign,
That maybe you are on your way
To being first in line.

But either way it's all the same
A pill or an injection,
And sugar just can't sweeten
One more positive rejection.


Caren E. Salas

Not Well

Woke up with a screaming banshee

In my head, clawing madly

At the sides of my brain trying

To escape through my eye sockets

All the while reminding me

I am not a well person.

Caren E. Salas