Testing, testing 123.

I stand before the galaxy.

Speaking softly to stars unseen.

Hidden behind blankets

of pollution,

crosshatches

of contrails

and a ceiling of

shiv'ring leaves.

Testing, testing 123.

We’re alone so I can sing.

My voice can tread air with

silken care and wrap you

with its being.

Testing, testing 123.

We need no mic to just be.

I hum soft into your fur,

as you lean soft into me.

Testing, testing 123.

We’re older, but we’ve aged

beautifully.

A constant source of

company, when

the world goes silent.

All that violence on the

silverscreen,

news projecting a

social scream,

disarray a normal

thing.

But we’re

beyond its grip now.

We make our own

peace.

Shadows chased far away.

Worldly pressures now

released.

Testing, testing 123.

In your eyes my eyes

we see.

No nervousness or

apprehension, no hatred or

tension.

Just you.

Just me.

#fiction

"Is this thing on?" I ask the air,

as words appear on paper there.

My fingers type, the words flow out.

My mind does rush, my heart does shout.

I know not really what to do,

but prose calls out to me and you.

Though hectic life and busy days

have caused a falter in my ways.

My New Year's goals have faded past--

so much for plans. They did not last.

I must slow down and try to breathe,

but something urges me to leave.

Nevertheless, I'll stay and be.

Testing, testing, one, two, three.

one, two, three...

my dear,

secret tribe,

can you hear me?

if we should meet

in a coffee shop

or perhaps in passing

on the street.

pretend you don’t see

for you,

kindred spirit,

have known me.

my foundation of truth

hidden

from the world

for all my youth...

"testing, testing, one, two, three?"

Congesting arrested. Your a sneaky one A. To z.

You’ll have me bought and paid for hey? That last parts up to me? You say. If all within earshot do see it my way. It’s EstherFlowers who’s the 1 that’ll be winning the day.

I’ll test the waters with what I have to say. With a toe a time or two. Though thrice may be ignored today. While the best among us jump in with both feet.

Brightening are day with telling script. From which we can’t pull away. Their thought provoking insights leading to a myriad more I dare say.

I prey upon their literature. Picking off pieces of my favorite phrases they say. Call it carrion as I do. Talking while walking away. Like the flesh from a fresh skinned knee. Brims with gravel and mystery. But enough about them here’s my take. On three!

Testing! Testing! One Two! Addressing.

A you got me reaching out to mc’s I ain’t besting.

I’m a day old salad someone tried to resurrect with dressing.

Wilting in the sun to!

Voice some verbal Kung Fu!

Third times a charm they say. That thing that’ll lead to undo praise.

Cash in on a craze. Ride it’s coat tails obscured in the haze. Till exhausting every ounce of its raise. Before the fall back to earth. Makes you pay for such???

A!

To e-Z on the track all day. Lines in wax playing in the back of my mind someday as well I pray.