Sunday, January 17, 2010

This Autumn Month; draft #2, finished poem

This autumn month
eyes gaze through a thin window pane
down leaf strewn street
scattered rags plastic bags butts discarded wrappers
black gum-tar stuck everlasting polka dot distraction
faded beer cans smashed flat like aluminum paper.

This autumn month
eyes gaze through a cracked window pane
unable to stop the loud sight and sound
of other people's matters late into the night
of drunken madness and irrational argument,
lost at sea must be seen to believe but invisible to most:
like the late night moan of the trolley
letting the whole house know the schedule of the number ten.

This autumn month
eyes gaze through the thin veil of a window pane
farsighted I bare witness to the long and slow groan
of earth's internal clock tearing a hole through space and time
seeping into living matter finding its way into
blood choked scream screened streets
that are rivers in our lives.

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