The Decline

Like a cockroach

that somehow endures

a nuclear blast

we too endure

the blast of rejection

and the fallout disease

of alienation

and every now and then

crawl out from a crack

to skitter this way and that

avoiding the slap

of a leather sole demise

or the capture

of inquisitive eyes

and we still survive

wishing to fly

away from ourselves.

Fly Paper

Like fly paper
I accumulate, not only flies
but particles of discontent,
strands of regret
and bits and pieces
of self-deception
sticking to the memories
of my good intent.

by Dave Holloway