Joffe Cameron’s Most Unusual Occurrences

stars leaned back too far on old rocking chairs

and collapsed into a black hole


their light emptied into a sea,


a man puts on a diving suit and submerges,

needs flame for a candle


so his children can eat cornflakes when the

sun is late,


it missed the 4:15 a.m. train, fell asleep in a

station where newspaper


headlines read like stereo instructions;


dogs don’t tell lies when holding black and

white stories in their mouths,


burnt cinder in an ad from a sun’s request


family skeletons hiding in darkened closets,

afraid of the obituaries;


teachers in one thought classrooms tearing

pages out of text books,


paper airplanes fly out of wooden sashed 

windows searching


for the truth,


gray suited historians aiming shotgun shells

at unidentified flying aircraft,


air raid sirens sound;


i look up into a sky where stars once where,

a quickly burning match


singes fingers that have labored a lifetime,


the charcoal is black like memories i’ve



she was in a piece of broken glass lying

in a doorway,


nails no longer holding paint, fall and break

away her smile


i cut myself on a sharp edge as i try to fit

remaining glass into


a frame on a warped door,


her tears cleanse my unhappiness, yet

i am in solitude


old brick beneath my feet turns to sand,

i sink into a room


behind a desk


candlelight cloaks keys on an aging



black ribbon presses words onto empty



a poem takes shape like the expression on

forgotten remembrances,


finished, my eyes close…


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