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RSWells
Member Elite

since 2001-06-17

Posts 2533

0 posted 2001-07-28 11:20 PM

The sucker punch of sneaked sedition
was the end of that thing
and the beginning of this.
But that's no longer important.
Merely the punk-chew-a-shun
to that life's sentence.

It was far easier to mount this bridge
than he'd ever imagined
and he wondered why more
didn't come up here.

It afforded an outstanding view
of
the skyscrapers,
now seen through
wind squinted eyes
streaming from winter's sting.
Never more alive than now
glazed eyes and rosy skin,
flairing nostrils
defying the wind's direction
with hissing twin founts
who formed beads of ice
on his mustache before
dissipating to forever's air.

He never felt stronger than now,
a part of the solid stone skyline.
The vast river below
may well have been an ice skating rink
surrounding him,
and the bordering lights of
the river's walkways
all crawled across the shimmering surface
reaching towards him.

The vertigo he'd always felt he had
no longer served as a frightening magnet
drawing him down as it had
when forced to the roof
to hang Christmas lights
or when peering from hotel balconies
to interior atriums.
Now not necessary to carefully distribute
weight or draw far back a foot
just in case.

In a flash,
like a bank of video screens
or the simultaneous awareness
of thirty bingo cards,
he saw it all;

The silly light blue mohair sweater
he left on when making Love
for the first time, at twelve years.
The waking up in third period
to the derision of the faces around him,
different from those he'd last known
in homeroom two hours earlier,
after surrendering to the exhaustion
of sleeping in friends freezing basements
after being kicked out of the house
weeks earlier.
The brutality of Pater basher.
Sleeping on a beachside apartment rooftop
in Los Angeles
and a teen runaway who
lay next to him for warmth (or life)
and how he let him.
The macho Hollywood star
who tried to stare him down
in a karate supply store
and couldn't.
The marathon bloodbath birth
of the triplets
the last one out,
already a ghost.
The defiant screw you gloat
on the smirking face of
the errant wife
who cared not that he knew.

Somewhere in the overload,
he lay down
on a bed of wind
and the cool black night engulfed him.

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

1 posted 2001-07-29 01:35 AM

Somewhere in the overload,
he lay down
on a bed of wind
and the cool black night engulfed him.
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pretty much speechless here...
that dont happen often.
jm

slow burn ...
light a candle for our love
So that we will always be
one on one in lovely love

azblond
Senior Member

since 1999-07-01

Posts 637
The Steamy Desert

2 posted 2001-07-29 03:17 AM

Powerful writing. Thank you for the read.

Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind...

shadow974
Senior Member

since 2001-06-21

Posts 636
Michigan

3 posted 2001-07-29 05:37 AM

Good strong poem

Throw your heart out in front of you
And run out to catch it.

MARK V SHELDON
Member Elite

since 2001-06-21

Posts 3015
In a corporeal internship...

4 posted 2001-07-29 02:17 PM

This put me there... with the advantage of a bungee cord which snapped me back to my "safe little life" upon touching the last black point of your poem... You amaze me with your writing.

-MVS

"When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said."
--Del Casher

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