lives

deep mud glued in truck wheels,

spin onto black flaps,
 
truck bed carries baa baa black
sheep into a field
 
where a sheep dog stands by a
fence gate painted closed
 
grass lies waiting where a mesa  
has a slow drift 
 
into a water pool;
 
slick finger on a palm that pushes
him against a wall
 
she anticipates with beaded bag
skin and a Sunday lunch;
 
snake in a hollowed out tree
stump like hemp rope
 
coiled, touch of badass with a
poison sensation of 
 
warm custard on a tongue
coated with white school
 
paste;
 
pardon in a prison parole board,
keep a dead secret, 
 
convict on his knees trembling
with a winter frost
 
filling his soul like seeds sown
in soil from a cemetery plot;
 
two piece suit with a windsor
knot holds a breath
 
as a hold up man with a g.e.d.
and untied shoe laces
 
steps in gum on a sidewalk
where barking dogs
 
lie;
 
short order cook wipes sweat
onto breakfast eggs and 
 
toast,
 
customer in a formica booth
jerking off his girlfriend
 
with promises kept in old
luggage with a 
 
forgotten combination;
 
police kick down a door 
labeled innocent,
 
fire off rounds without Mirandizing
uncleaned milk bottles,
 
they scream high and sharp
into cheap cigar 
 
smoke, glass like long, slick
bodies exercising
 
on treadmills;
 
book in a library with a scent
of dust and senior
 
citizen hands closed tight by
a child with a look 
 
on his face, same as one in
traffic where drivers
 
put on tired looks and rub
hate into steering
 
wheels,
 
laying on horns, sound of 
blast furnaces,
 
but, something inside keeps
them silent,
 
“the quiet sense of something
 lost.”
 
 

Copyright © 06/02/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

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