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Friday, April 20, 2007
I've Been Waiting (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")
in this small room
second floor staring through screen windows as the wind blows through. the mountains rise and the telephone poles reach like fences into the horizon. this whole view, this yellow dried death of Arizona pulls the gaze out from me and into the memories that have resurfaced today. the time is 3:14pm and the wind howls and haunts this afternoon. beyond those mountains is another life, and I saw on the news this morning that a group of illegals got gunned down by an unidentified vehicle carrying a machine gun. some crazy asshole opened fire on a van of 25 illegals, and some of the victims were children. there were some who died, but the rest rode the van for miles until it broke down and they went by foot the rest of the way. this small room is safe and I am here and these mountains here bring down the whole sky. while I slept comfortably this morning there were desperate illegals getting shot to death to take hold of this. and all I can do here is sit and write and wait.
I Don't Know What Else To Say (from "A Slip Of The Tongue")
really,
the river has run dry the ink is dull nights and days run together and I have grown bored with all of this. and in me an unending night has opened like a flower to let the demons file rank to my door. the snails have rotted in their shells. the frogs have choked on the flies. the world has turned gray and my finger nails continue to grow long and I look at them and debate and debate when I will cut them. the TV is a blank screen. the internet is a question. technology has become a familiar whore. I am sick with all of this, and even a short vacation to the mountains cannot cure this. another drink another drink, more bottles and hours and days. when the demons make their move when they come for me I will ask them in that hour: this life that I have been living, is this what death is like? |
Selected Poetry
The Singular Poem (from "Disarming The Atom Bomb") I have written many poems in myself without words or ... (more) A Letter To Raphael (from "A Slip Of The Tongue") I never claimed to be a poet, a romantic, a healer ... (more) I've Been Waiting (from "A Slip Of The Tongue") in this small room second floor staring through screen windows ... (more) Syndicate rss atom Copyright © 2006 - 2008 by AJ Lewis
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