plummeting from the cliff at daybreak i see myself reflected in the shallow pool that breaks my fall – the rocks appear rather jagged from this height proliferating many a ponderous wicked thought as to whether i will feel their innumerable barbed teeth sink into my plushy flesh – my slow descent allows for a…
Author: Mitchell Chmielewski
Tumbleweed Trash
gazing out third story windows dancing in moonlight drinking – children hanging from streetlamps swaying – wind gusts passing through back alleys – tumbleweed trash
New Fields
we set off – fearless travelers in tireless pursuit aware of the perils lurking on the periphery – baren satchel bereft of utility endowed with promise – handful of possibility a crumb of opportunity – making camp where others fear to tread lightly into the fangs and furnace lit to bar our path – coated…
Song of a Dwarven Bard
the dour witches douse their hair in burgund’ wine of vine so sweet in oaken casks of forest fair feet brushed in earthen moss of peat – bewitching verse beyond the light a fiendish curse upon their heads sharp cackles rise and bring with fright such horrid fancies rife with dread – in dead of…
Til I Get it Right
not that anyone asked but i feel like a hack – sometimes bursts of inspiration come an overwhelming onslaught catching me off guard knocking me off my feet tossing me into a free fall whilst i careen headlong into a stone wall lined in razor sharp disappointment – i was watching youtube while contemplating this…
Bruised Yellow
– rain grey sky bruised yellow at sunrise –
Impostor Syndrome – A Haiku
impostor syndrome faking it til he makes it shattered illusion
Work of Art
everyday is a fight a struggle a contest – testing your mettle your resolve your tenacity against yourself – you have to punch and kick and scratch and claw towards a better tomorrow – never forgetting the past or the present – those scars are marks of passion of the skinny years just before you…
Hungry Girl
hungry – girl starving in a world of plenty begging for scraps as the diners line their tables in spent napkins and fluids – bones piling beans and half-eaten rolls soaking in gravy – ice crystal clear melting coke spilling over the brim – tabletop doused syrup and meat juice squalid indulgence excess – gluttony…
Fortune and Despair
the hum of the engine hapless soundtrack of the unfamiliar at every turn a new decision – sitting in the cabin no passengers at my side whilst huge barreling mechanical behemoths pass with thunderous aplomb – so proud so steadfast and sure speeding down the pitted mat surpassing me at every turn – dizzying barrage…
