Wednesday, July 23, 2014


Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
No one that needs me
To take them
To give them
To listen, to see
No real time
Just day time
And night
Hungry or not
Cooler or hot
Peace for a while
For a moment
Or two
Nowhere to go
Nothing to do.

Caren E. Salas

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

I'm Already There

Sometimes I'm sure that I'm already there
In some sort of hell, though I'm unsure of where.
And I'm forced to endure my life over again
In events and experiences that I never win.
And just when I figure, this time I can't fail
There's a glitch in the system, a tear in the sail.
Back to the starting gate, scratched off the list,
I aimed straight for the target, but fumbled and missed.
But for some unknown reason, I keep playing the game
Though I know that the outcome is always the same.
Sometimes I'm sure that I'm already gone
To some sort of hell, still compelled to go on.

Caren E. Salas

Photo by William Salas