Two Weenie Poems Posted Together to Help Fulfill Loyal Readers

"Perforated"

then the top fell through the bottom
and all predictions fell futile.
the path walked was beaten,
the path to walk
invisible.
the heart
perforated
as though someone knew something
I didn't
and marked me
with the knowledge
from the inside.
from observator to insider
I suddenly hope to change.
what good are choices
should they be
pre-cut
by a subconscious
(and an inconsiderate one at that.)



"Tightrope"

heartstrings a tightrope
to be navigated
gingerly, precisely
as though the line walked
is between clouds
instead of between
feelings.

because feelings,
if we can help it,
are only felt
and never stressed
or pressed.
the unknown, unsurprisingly,
left alone.

your feelings, clouds?
to block the sun
allow for shade?
or to swell before you
and rain upon parades?
take your time.
one foot in front of the other.

[I hope writing these one after the other makes up for their somewhat identical style.]