The Dream Menagerie

You can’t pull away

            It draws you in

The Dream Menagerie

With a hellish coaster ride of doom

            Hear the Maddening screams

You have to unload your pockets

            On carnival rides or funnel cakes.

Here a swarm of Clowns

            K&W lead the way

And there a Golden Elephant

            Take a ride

Stop by the fortune teller

            You know what you’ll hear.

Rush through and wait in line

            In queues with razor fence

Live the Menagerie.

            The Dream Menagerie.

The Path

The Moon,

   (beneath) – In the daylight

There, is a place

            An asylum

            A menagerie.

Here, the money flows

Like a R

                I

        V

               E

       R

Rushing

            Rushing

                        Rushing

And Pulling

            US

                  US

                        US along

We’ve lost

            (Our minds)

            The paddle

So it leads US

            There.

In a town named Indiana

A dirty river bends and winds, writhing
and churning, wallowing around this

town built with clay bricks
cemented and burying a past

now nearly forgotten, nestled beneath
the cemented streets that lie over the
decaying bones of prideful people.

We accept ourselves with sweet amnesia
cruising in cars, captured by computers;

Yet the river still remembers the days
when it once was clean, celebrated and sacred.

Purpose of this blog

Greetings, everyone! You may or may not know that in addition to law, I've wanted to be a writer for a long time. I always worried about being picked up by a publisher, but times have changed greatly. Instead, I will now be my own publisher.

This blog will include all my creative writings that I make from now on. I have a goal of writing 1 short story a week, and 1 poem a day. Sometimes, I may produce more, but that's my goal. Keep me honest, friends, and don't let me forget my goal!

To everyone who takes their time to read this, thank you, sincerely. I love writing, and I hope you enjoy what I produce.

Sincerely,

-Patrick Sean

Stormy Day

As the rain drops dripped
dripping tenderly from the tree tops
tenderly tipping, towing towards the river,

the river glistens, the surface
shimmering against the gentle pitter-
patter of raindrops dripping tenderly. 

I emerge from my house, weary
but listening to the glistening river patter
while my windows wane me from the storm;

I creep towards the crawling river
bend, and reconstruct the sense of dancing
in the rain and thunder of that Thursday. 

My memory betrays the rain of that
day; it wasn't, nor is, but is yet to come:
this rain is the birth of next week's beginning.