the burnt sweetness
courses
to the tips of my fingers
I look up
and see a different moon
silent
the flood-lit
intersection
and a single truck
lumbers by
and a single
wrapper
wanders in
the gutter
the wind
under my arms
rakes
my hair
the leaves
rushing
above me
I stood
up from the table
and the bare
sidewalk, the rippled sky
the moon smokes
the clouds
and the ghost
shakes my veins
each step
on the gutter
at the edge
of the world
in me
a tiny chasm
the chair
pushed back
the empty cup
falling
onto
the table
silvered
the moon
sharp
and high
over the
intersection
still
and coyote
howls, high
above us
flickers
between
the leaves
dances
along the edge
of the shadows
I see it
still
the moon
bright
over the
asphalt
of the world
in me
a tiny chasm
the chair
pushed back
the empty cup
falling
onto
the table
silvered
the moon
sharp
and high
over the
intersection
still
and coyote
howls, high
above us
flickers
between
the leaves
dances
along the edge
of the shadows
I see it
still
the moon
bright
over the
asphalt
2 comments:
"I look up
and see a different moon"
lovely.. so very visual.. the way you write.. it is like a moving photograph..
btw I love this formatting .. makes the read much more interesting .. I don't know how to do this :(
yeah! it gives it rhythm, right?
can't sing, but I can use the TAB bar, by God.
you use Blogger, right? if you put your text in the "compose" section, you can use space+tab and all the rest to do muck with the formatting...
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