Attempts at Creativity ...

The Spoon (100 Word Prose Poetry)

Cliché’s be damned, we stood beneath the overpass.

She held the lighter under the spoon

that Jojo kept steady with a practiced hand.

The needle kissed the sweetness.

She pulled back the plunger and gave it to him.

Jojo always went first.

He took his hit,

and started humming a tune I knew, but couldn’t seem to place.

Hey man, what song is that, I asked.

Jojo just smiled and lay down

Then he closed his eyes

and shook and shook against the concrete.

She gathered up what was left,

gave me the spoon,

and held the lighter underneath it.

Bateman Park (Free Verse Poetry)

I found God today,

watching my daughter play at the park.

And I wasn’t even looking.

The Interview (100 Word Prose Poetry)

The suit he wore for weddings, funerals, and interviews

hung on the hook behind the door.

He put it on, along with the tie his brother gave him.

The payday loan collectors had figured out

that he didn’t have a payday coming.

They were calling twice a day.

He went over his notes.

His brother said to sound eager,

but not too eager.

One final look in the mirror.

“You got this”, he affirmed

unconvincingly.

He walked the six blocks to the metro station.

Took the elevator down to the platform,

and stepped in front of the Daly City train.

My Truth (Haiku)

Today, my truth is

the bastard-orange sunset,

framing her city.