Thursday, November 11, 2010

Another Metaphor Turns Ornery

There's razor wire around the dirt mound
- no fences by the graves.

I tell myself this means something,
like the nonsense pleas of children and the updates for the day,

But it's only eyes upon my loneliness,
that one thing that I can't perceive exists.

The city turns too easily into toothpicks;
the people in the buildings, I make up.


Philip Thrift said...

Sometimes reality is just what it is and has nothing else to reveal.

I'm glad I came across your blog of poems via Poets United.

Jingle said...

beautiful thinking.

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