An Untitled Play
What walks these rainy streets tonight?
The darkness water pavement glints and winks
until dusk this silent green—watched over by lighted spires
gloomy face of stone
seems safe
What lingers in the tunnel of dreary lights?
They talk about it in low half-unyielding voices
was her skirt too low?
am I clean?
without meaning there was nothing more to the stance
cross legs beneath lights left—always never—on
when the cord lightly falls
crisply crumbling on the ground
I’d dreamt of a different Broadway
And so this lightly serious discussion hesitates
I’d thrown her hands to the bed
and refuses to walk out quietly
without a parting shot at the statistically back truth—appalling
what walks with us now
stalking our crookedly stumbling feet
as they talked I looked out the window
and watched the rain fall glinting in the streets.
The darkness water pavement glints and winks
until dusk this silent green—watched over by lighted spires
gloomy face of stone
seems safe
What lingers in the tunnel of dreary lights?
They talk about it in low half-unyielding voices
was her skirt too low?
am I clean?
without meaning there was nothing more to the stance
cross legs beneath lights left—always never—on
when the cord lightly falls
crisply crumbling on the ground
I’d dreamt of a different Broadway
And so this lightly serious discussion hesitates
I’d thrown her hands to the bed
and refuses to walk out quietly
without a parting shot at the statistically back truth—appalling
what walks with us now
stalking our crookedly stumbling feet
as they talked I looked out the window
and watched the rain fall glinting in the streets.
posted by read | 9:48 PM
1 Comments:
Read,
Oh,it seems as though you are back amongst the masses with this one--"They talk about it in low half-unyielding voices" really catches my ear--nice. Yes, I would very much like to get together for a chat and will give you an email soon. Hope all is settling well for you with the beginning of the schoolyear.
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