Friday, April 30, 2010

Poem: Rain In The Streets

This poem appeared very recently in Poetry Friends (poetryfriends.blogspot.com). This is how I FEEL about life, one of my many sides, anyway. OWL 

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Rain In the Streets 

everywhere stripped-down gargoyles. 
a thirsty cubism of the grotesque. 

prophecies slicken the apathy of tar.
buff a phalanx of windshield frowns. 

the teardrop warnings reap only scorn.  
wheels scoot away,

wrangles of rubber and locked horns of iron. 

almost invisible commuters shrivel to fret,
hunkered down in their cube-laden algebra,

 afraid of the freedom from the sky.
 
could it remind them of their own pulse,
the rain in their squelched heartbeats?

all those  secret desires,
 prolific and censored as rain,

gush down into buried pipes, 
babbling to feed nothing:

dead ends, paper trails, 
 the rootlike grasp of money. 

 nothing at all.


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