| General Poetry
posted October 25, 2017
A poem from a book of poems I'm hoping to get published.
Hole in the wall, crack in the dust
Brilliant families rinsing through
I climb each star like a step on stairs
My dreams are big enough for the both of us
I want nude walls until the gold winks
At night I want to fake a piss just to bask in the still
successive static rolls back and forth between each ear
through my brain, plowing past the dry wells,
what would it take to walk in a world of wolves, where the sheep die
but the birds never do? Are the lights here to guide or lead, blind, to deep mud?
I’m older now, but the amity remains, hunger and love, rotating hot circles ‘round and ‘round
and ‘round and ‘round until the sun cries red for sleep but
I don’t know when my big shot will be. Lately I’ve had nothing to eat but pulp
thinking about the inches between the top of my head and the last bar
I think done are the years of years’ holding back, of infinite time,
It tears me out of sleep and makes me tug my flabs
and think of days when women clung to my arms
cooing and wooing and kissing away
the now-effects of what I once heard a slum bum say
he said something that sounded a bit like
“Don’t follow the stars—
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