Poetry for Regular People Volume 1 Page 3

  I know the sounds of the nighttime train,

  for I hear them whenever I sigh.

  On top of tracks that run away,

  the impatient people leave.

  The Conductor always screams,

  “Come on board

  and wait no more;

  I can see you on that bench.

  Get right up

  and give on up;

  on speeding logic we dance…”

  His voice drifts off as dawn comes on

  and again I sit right here,

  on a rusty bench in the park;

  I wait for God.

  WEIGHT OF MOONLIGHT

  Under the weight

  of moonlight pressing

  against the dusty

  window pane,

  my worries chase sleep

  to the edges of

  this sweat drenched

  bed.

  Awake.

  Aware

  of all the blood within

  each vein,

  many rivers without

  a sea.

  The air in my bedroom is

  heavy as the sky,

  mechanically I count

  breaths,

  Inhale,

  Exhale.

  One, two, three,

  real and solid as

  the mist brushing

  the grass.

  My consciousness

  refuses to become oblivious,

  and let me blend or mesh

  with the unaware.

  Existence,

  a nightly burden.

  WHAT IS

  Touch

  in a moment of nothing,

  using lust

  to fill a space

  of temporary boredom.

  No time in love,

  or need for aged emotions.

  A simple stroke

  to occupy

  idle hands.

  Momentary passing

  with nothing more needed

  except for what is.

  …WITH EACH WORD

  Stuttering is like death of the mouth

  following a stroke of the mind,

  which creates an impulse in the legs

  to run from the person

  who expects conversation;

  I die with each word.

 

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Nathaniel Fincham was born in Ravenna Ohio and is currently living in Bristolville Ohio with his wife and daughter. He has earned a Master's Degree in Forensic Psychology, but is currently employed as a hard surface flooring installer due to the down-trodden economy in Northeast Ohio.

  You may contact him either on his Facebook page or by email at natefincham@gmail.com.