3AM
When the street goes quiet
the late darkness seems to fill the world
in an unmoving
I imagine trying to cross it
Once you open the door into it the quiet will grab you
will probably strip you of faculties
your body will become a tree in winter
Like quicksand perhaps
Sliding your entire body into clay
or mud or the leftover oatmeal from this morning
and then it will harden over you
Showing posts with label late night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label late night. Show all posts
03 September 2016
19 August 2016
Poem-A-Day #172 : light / The dream
My walk home from the bar was less and more than the night warranted.
light / The dream
Awake from the dream to the room bathed in blue full-moon light
The dream was about bloodied people in the street a woman drug behind a car
Full-moon light is about underwater colors and the fractals of time crashing on the walls
Your eye will take this all in simultaneously because we are able to hold two things in our two hands
The broken evening will become the fractured skin and blue light will stand in for red blood
Her blood was possibly purple and the street was colored in sodium vapor yellow
And the cars were just steel on tires moving endlessly forward in space
light / The dream
Awake from the dream to the room bathed in blue full-moon light
The dream was about bloodied people in the street a woman drug behind a car
Full-moon light is about underwater colors and the fractals of time crashing on the walls
Your eye will take this all in simultaneously because we are able to hold two things in our two hands
The broken evening will become the fractured skin and blue light will stand in for red blood
Her blood was possibly purple and the street was colored in sodium vapor yellow
And the cars were just steel on tires moving endlessly forward in space
25 July 2016
Poem-A-Day #147 : Study on Rain #2
This is the beginning of the other part of Study on Rain #2 I posted.
Study on Rain #2 (7/17/04)
There,
across the street
huddled around
a half-dressed man
who is crying,
are other half-dressed people
Through sobs,
What will I do
now that I've
killed...
And is he talking
literal moments of time
actions with reaction
or
can there be metaphor at
10:00 in the night
with two young girls
in their underwear
standing over him,
consoling him
Later in the street
she was clothed then
standing,
we took the girl home
at 3AM in our car she said,
There are some times
you're just tired
you know?
What to think
of a reverse pieta
And then the mother
the next morning
was there asking,
You took her where?
I didn't know my
son had friends over
tonight...
Study on Rain #2 (7/17/04)
There,
across the street
huddled around
a half-dressed man
who is crying,
are other half-dressed people
Through sobs,
What will I do
now that I've
killed...
And is he talking
literal moments of time
actions with reaction
or
can there be metaphor at
10:00 in the night
with two young girls
in their underwear
standing over him,
consoling him
Later in the street
she was clothed then
standing,
we took the girl home
at 3AM in our car she said,
There are some times
you're just tired
you know?
What to think
of a reverse pieta
And then the mother
the next morning
was there asking,
You took her where?
I didn't know my
son had friends over
tonight...
08 May 2016
Poem-A-Day #69 : Confession #12
Confession #12
There are times I want to watch the world burn - allow
every cell to wither and die - dust clinging
to a Swiffer or swept like the ants
that dot the floor of my kitchen after I've sprayed them with poison
There are times I want to watch the world burn - allow
every cell to wither and die - dust clinging
to a Swiffer or swept like the ants
that dot the floor of my kitchen after I've sprayed them with poison
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