Monday, February 4, 2013

Old Poem #4

big break

i have walked on for too long
noticing nothing but my own thoughts
worrying about my grey hairs
knowing full well
that i stirred cream & sugar into my coffee
with a flathead screwdriver this morning
the bittersweet smell in the air
the mixture of funk on the lake breeze
sewer fumes & smoke plumes from automobile exhaust pipes
barely noticing the sirens & hostile squealing brakes

the flowers fight through the traffic

all i want to do is hear my friend
sing to the delight of strangers

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