"Desire" by Laurie Molloy

An old desire

i bumped into,

and awake i was

and joyous to remember

the pleasure it brings

to follow a vision

and walk along

my heart's trail

to a place where

the wind only blows softly-

the rain drops lightly-

the sun shines just enough-

and there are plenty

of trees where you need shade

a perfect promise

a dream divine

"Small Talk" by Laurie Molloy

Chitter, chatter

blah blah blah-

constant conversation

saying all the same things

again and again.

There's only so much

i can take,

maybe it is snotty

or pretentious of me

but I don't like to

feel obliged to be a part

of small talk conversations

every single day.

If i avoid them i am rude,

and if i choose to partake

then i feel like i am being

dishonest to the part of myself

that has more to say.

"Old Thoughts" by Laurie Molloy

A sandwich left over-

like a thought

it finds you

or you discover it

days later, after

you thought maybe

it was long forgotten.

Stagnant stale smelly-

a rotten reminder,

one day you will

throw it out,

and it will be gone-

eaten by a bird or

just part of the landfill

of your mind.

"Warmer Days and Angels" by Laurie Molloy

Another day

sun lightly passing over

warming the sky-

warming me

drying the tears

from the moist eyed clouds-

relief for everyone.

Angels dance delightfully

among the newly dry sky

finding crooked places

that fit perfect around

their awkward wings,

cumbersome as they fly

with the weight

of plentiful prayers

daily collected, carried

everywhere, each one

considered carefully.

"The Sun, The Moon, and Everything" by Laurie Molloy

Is the wind the master of the sky
or the sky the master of the wind?
It is like the question of the chicken
or the egg - what comes first?
No one knows except my dad,
he knows everything, probably
the same as your dad.
Next time you ponder the meaning of life
or what came before what
or why something came do be -
remember who knows and will always know
everything there is.

Who will fix my broken car?
the leaking pipe my mom complains
all day about
the leaves stuck in the guitar
the broken heart he left me with
the rays of the sun
if they are not bright enough
I know my dad can
he can fix anything

next time you are broken
remember your dad
next time you are not sure
of the answer
ask your dad

and remember
if your dad is broken
it is easy to fix
just call and say
i love you

"Making a Decision" by Laurie Molloy

I feel the wind transluscent
wash over me
and turn opaque;
impossible not to notice
as I waver from one side
to another -
decision sitting lightly,
easily strewn across
the madness of
my bedroom floor.
The sun, its rays too bright
too look at
like a pink, flourescent
bathing suit.
I turn away
and instead face down
feeling the sun warm
my cool and wind blown body.
And I am alive,
my eyes protected
by a big beach blanket,
and my face
feeling each groove of the sand;
and now I know.

Introduction to the Film

Film Class by Laurie Molloy

Long dreadful film class
sore shoulder leaning on a tiny seat, too small
a smelly dork sits next to me
starts a boring conversation asking
about something he already knows
want to move away
feel stuck, nowhere to go,
slowly place my sweater on the floor
try not to drip with heat as I
try to catch a glimpse of the sunlight
to enliven my day, brighten my spirit
and lighten the mood

would rather be home
ready to fall asleep
dark, smelly guy, sleeping people
much to much.