To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
Cul-de-sac We spent our lifetime and the better part of that August paused like the hollow coma in the corner of my father's eye. Take Cedar Street for instance its bowed defeated willows its heart beating like a tiger pacing and pawing for release. At dusk the engines rev, spreading dandelions and cancer as the desperate boys leave again, never reaching outside a mile of their dead end, mounted like lazy crows on the esplanade along I-81, where the overpass hums a dirge of hungry travelers Going where? Going somewhere... Not us we stay put, slow as lithium souring roots in the family basement, our bread properly placed at the elbow of its winner. Escaping this turnaround, this malady of forbidden, of sensibility, hiding in the lemongrass flat on our backs where Callisto plait ecliptic light, counting us only among the calla lilies |
Sorry, there are no critiques for this poem in our system... If the poem is older, the critiques have been purged!