on depression (a series of 3 short poems)

Mornings

Caffeine-cigarette wakeup call
the world looks grey again  
though the sun shines down
without a silver lining to spark my soul
into the sun lit dreamings
of every best yesterday


Street light car crash

Bloody knuckles
busted cars
bottle in hand to drown out the crowding
that crows along discordant paths
of chaotic chemistry

The telegraph pole looks tempting
tonight  
wrapped in my blood


Midnight cigarette burns

Cigarette burns
pockmarked couch
ash on my skin
where the cherry kissed
the insomniatic drop
of paper fire nicotine

Late night TV
phone sex advertising
I don’t feel a thing

© Indie Adams


Written for Miki's "on depression" comp.