REX CHILCOTE - POEMS

Rex Chilcote is a chemist, a father, and an author who is trying to keep his life together. He says that scotch and cigarettes seem to help. Rex has been previously published in Literary Yard and the Scarlet Leaf Review.  

​Drawing in The Sand

I draw in the sand,
where the water meets the shore.

Quicksand, emulsion, salty air,
crashing waves.
Sunshine, clouds, wind, fog.

The surf comes up
and erases my soul.

Was it ever there?


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Two Days
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I am hesitant to go in. 
I have always been hesitant.

It’s funny how you only
have two days.
Two days to forget about it all.
Two days to soak it all in.
Two days to do laundry.
Two days to cut the grass,
clean the house, food shop.
Two days to get some slack,
some relaxation.

Two days to pretend
that they last forever.

Two days to wrap your 
mind around the fact that 
you are going back.

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Idle
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I lie in bed alone,
while my mind runs wild.

Out of the window, 
I can sense that
the sun is setting.
Looking up at the ceiling,
I see the long soft shadows.

As my eyes gloss over,
I see the white noise.
The kind that used to be on 
the old TV screens when the 
broadcast was over.
I wonder if I’m seeing
the ether or some sort of vail.

So many regrets.
So many broken promises. 
I lay idly by and do nothing.



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