Pocket Rocks
Alan Keith
Sometimes
I walk with rocks
in my pockets for
speeding cars and
other things too
transient to
beat with my
fists.
I try skipping
the stone from
racing Rolls Royce
to
burning BMW
to
tiny, turbulent Toyota,
the rock never discriminating,
but she usually
bounces once then
hits the road or
misses completely,
leaving me just as
I was before;
angry,
weighed down by my aggression,
full of rocks
instead of peace
and love
or calm
and joy.
Before I get back in my building, I empty my pockets by the lobby door, leaving them for the next guy and praying he’ll have better luck.
Flash Issue 12
Alan is a substitute teacher working out of Toronto, Canada. He tries to keep his writing honest by only writing about what he sees, but if he's being (really) honest, he actually makes a lot of it up. Alan has printed two short story collections and a novel; they sit anonymously on his bookshelf... A poetry collection is his next project. When Alan isn’t writing, he’s either walking his blind Miniature Pinscher, riding his bike, or drinking a tea with his girlfriend.