Two Poems by Michelle Lacko

Private Zone

swaying black light in the corner
secret entrance to secret room
shadow of mouse
dances to the rhythm she sings caged in
behind open window
storm gathers up to listen
and howl and cry and rage
if her words do not sound sane

in pink wardrobe modern shirts
sit untouched
silver dresses, see-through pants
hang patiently in darkened space
waiting for show to begin
in her head then on the stage

she is famous here
without live audience
light bulb and four walls listen to the very end
her words speak not of sanity
it sounds as if she just reinvented reality

for days she wears sleep uniform
drinks water someone brought
in hands she holds made up mask
and walks in circles
looking for a lock
she found the key to her private zone
and wants to lock the door


XXX…

we try to sleep in peace
but our hands
keep fighting
we try to talk to ears
but our words
are still

we move with eternity
like leaves
in the smooth rain
exposed to silence
fragile
like dreams in our veins

lungs don’t breath
and hearts bleed
never disconnected
from that timeless space
where our minds fill up
with one feeling
we do not dare to scream out loud

silence lifts us high
we both fall
hand in hand
into the same bed
we seek war and peace
always again

{Poems by Michelle Lacko}