Invaders

Worst thoughts of my mind

Suddenly arrive uninvited

Attempts to ignore only tightly loop and bind

Slowly making it harder to fight it

In the end I find

I must acknowledge it not losing sight

That which comes unbidden

Cannot be ignored away

Attempts to keep it hidden

Invite a longer stay

When the mind is twisted and ridden

Your rituals have no sway

Speak of it

Do not run

They fade away

When faced with light and sun

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

For those whose minds get away from them sometimes.

A Black Blindness

I awoke to a black blindness

In my bed

Fevered and sweaty I was

Filled with

Growing dread

Yet what I found

Was my cat sleeping

Upon my head

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

A Positive Attitude

The train passes a massive amount of blue lights lining both sides of South Boulevard.  I stare out at the cop cars as a large group of people are lined up outside an apartment complex with their hands in the air.  They fade in the distance as the train speeds on.  I look down at my phone.  The train slows up and stops at the Archdale station.  People exit and board.  As the train begins to move I look out the window again.  There is someone looking into my eyes.  It is a man running next to the train with a colorful soccer jersey on.  His face is heavily tattooed.  He looks at me with a slight smile as he keeps pace with the train.  After a bit he can no longer keep up.  He winks at me, makes a big smile and gives me a thumbs up. I look back and see two policeman running after him in pursuit.

“You know that guy?” a young woman asks who is sitting facing me on the train.

“No, don’t know him,” I reply.

“Well I sure like his positive attitude,” she says nodding seriously.  “World needs more positivity.”

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

Devil In The Details

The devil is in the details

Yet God is found in the mistake

And the best laid plans of man pales

To when evolution and conditions awake

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

The State of Things

Stone keeps sitting silent

Sun shines hard and clear

Earth moves as matters make it

Sometimes slow, then violent

Sometimes there, then here

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

Hoboken Terminal 1990

Rude boys on the train

Singing what they speak

Punk rockers hide the pain

Anger about to break

Dominican girls are walking

Every step shakes

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

An Artist’s Heart

One good moment

A spark of art

A souls movement

A missing part

Grace captured

From promising start

To the brief rapture

Of an artist’s heart

Gene G. Mclaughlin 2016

The Red Pill

Born with the red pill

Halfway down the throat

Taking the utmost skill

Discerning what that denotes

The burden of building bridges

Not moats

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

Retribution

The dead seek no retribution

They’re gone from hunger

Not from greed

They are appeased from restitution

Of that torn asunder

Not from need

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

The Search

I’ve not found it yet

Betwixt barroom floorboards

Or Buddha’s verses

Guess I’ll search more

Before early bird specials

Or cold black hearses

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016