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Kenopsia

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To Be Illustrated

"Almost tiring,

the bump of the shoulders passing by,

the hallways so full of students, mean, 

their intentions unknown to what they vie. 

 

But the Janitor, 

mop handle twisting in wrists, 

cleans the bustling halls, murder

of the sparkling floors committed with fervor.

 

Moreover, the students don't care!

But no matter, the Janitor smiles as he cleans,

leaning on his swab bucket, no flair

for how unfair redoing the swab job is.

 

But now it is after five,

the older gentleman is working his way up and down,

the passageways now empty, 

all the students long gone home. 

 

Quite the opposite scene,

from when the school was full,

a loud and swarming event, specifcally

during the lunch periods. 

 

And during those times? While constantly 

going back and forth, picking up spills

and keeping the floor clean,

he even feels grumpy.

 

But only now at this momement,

a longing, a forlorn feeling wraps itself

over the un-bumped shoulders of the man,

alone, doing his job.

 

The sudden wish the students were there,

to fill the empty space he cleans, 

the abandoned place to fill up soon,

but not a moment too late, he steams.

 

All the moments that he's spent,

breaking up a fight between two boys,

frankly taking both collars in each hand

and talking to them sharply, they listened.

 

The time he talked to the crying girl,

leaning on the mop handle, wise counsel

spewed at a comforting rate to the young one

who had her first broken heart. 

 

Or the time he tutored the troubled youth,

not in math or english but in life,

the boy sticking around while he cleaned. 

alone, his only brother having been knifed. 

 

Every smile he evoked,

with silly, word-play jokes,

every time he snapped at young students passing by, 

keeping the rowdy in line. 

 

The old man now smiled himself,

finishing up the entire school,

looking forward to the bustle to come,

the lockers that will slam, voices, loud.

 

The end of this feeling, eerie,

sudden, and no more farther then

when he will grumble, with a slight smile,

of the busy hallways where he will be bumped again."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A imagined scene of an old man janitor that we may or may not all remember or think back to.

City Hall

The City Hall in my heart,

Met last night.

Paper clips reside on caperillies.

Piercing silver glisten-

Pumping burgundy DNA.


Debates stir-

Circling through, cobalt arteries.

Cursive-

Leaning, persuading, updating.

The fatty interior-

My vital muscle.


Whispers of impeachment-

Began to fly.

Learn to live another,

Live another day without his smile.

Walk away.

Dissolve the fragments.

That once was.

No, don't fret.

For this decision isn't final.

Lets begin to check your vitals.


My cells begin to scatter-

Your departure is all that matters-

As I seek reelection to my heart.

The judges all agree-

You were not the one for me,

And the hall quiets down before the start.


They huddle, just for me.

Deflecting-

your make-believe-

With their golden harps-

Sweet soliloquies.

Delving and digging-

For what used to be.


Your endorsements-

No longer recognized.

Your messages-

No longer accepted.

Your campaign?

No longer coursing through my veins.

Your speeches hold no substance-

For my heart strings can function-

Without you.


So deliver your last plea,

While the courts-

Ignore thee.

And your words-

Echo through my veins.

My representatives-

Filter them.

Argue them.

Protect me-

From your deception.

They cradle-

Hold and caress-

The heart you deceived.


Please,

Let it be.

For this throbbing-

Is no longer for you.

Because,

Only my heart knows-

What I've been through.


So carry on-

My little darling,

And until then.

Your trial is over-

Before it began,

My heart is difficult,

To tame.

Buy for a change,

I'll be the commander-

Until I'm sane.


And as your campaign flyers

Rustle in the wind-

Remember, you once did win.

The courts did once agree,

You were the one for me.

But, 

The City Hall in my heart,

Met last night.