Snooze

Same clock.
Same bed.
Same cold floor.
Same face wash.
Same shoes.
Same walk.
Same bus.
Same smell.
Same steps.
Same tile.
Same locker.
Same book.
Same girls.
Same laughs.
Same phones.
Same bell.
Same teachers.
Same notes.
Same scales.
Same history.
Same fries.
Same diction.
Same variables.
Same rush.
Same bus.
Same smell.
Same walk.
Same home.
Same food.
Same view.
Same music.

Snooze button?
Maybe that will
Put a hold on
Routine mediocrity.

Him

His hand,
His arm and foot,
Through the opening door.

He slithers in and
Takes a bite of the Apple
On the table.

He takes flight in the dreams
Of the young and
Screams echo from her bedroom.

He moves the mountains
To block the Sun.

He shuts the door
And slips the pill into that drink.

He pulls triggers
And lights fires.

His cold tongue sweeps up and down
My spine.

His are the whispers that force me
To take shallow breaths
Of evil and fear.

His are the fingers that
"click 'yes' to upload."
The eyes that view them
Are his.

His ways are labeled as
Teen hormones,
Intoxication,
Insanity,
Incest.

He is the one with
The lost puppy and the free candy.

His fiery eyes and charred heart
Make my fingers tremble.

He is a fallen angel.
A traitor.
A liar.
And, in no way, is he equal.

He is evil,
And he is no match for God.