Boston Blues

Boston Blues

A Poem by Perdition

Maybe make sense of it

A click

A fall

A broken branch minutes to midnight

Your voice clustered into have-to-do’s

Maybe a clash of light hits

Maybe…maybe

Make sense of it

Or into Boston find clues

The afternoon we took picnics and back bites of cigarette ash

Swam the depth of our own amazon, medicine and blues

Swam until we were covered alive...swam

Until every morning I reached over for you-

Looking out onto summer’s flames and roofs

The grass at its hilly height

And sawdust on pencils while prospectors passed

Making sense

But none of them do

The crown of ambulance

A shattering flash

The back of my neck, a highway

And the memory of your bed

Warm in turn where smiles released like leaves

Now I try to make sense of it

Just an operatic fool

© 2017 Perdition


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MAC
This just flows with real life and honesty. Now tis you making my day. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


MAC

6 Years Ago

have always enjoyed your poetry because of that "lived in it" quality. trade offs are okay, just as.. read more
Perdition

6 Years Ago

Oh come on!! I loved the ghostly human quality you gave to mourning,,it felt like an inescapable tru.. read more
MAC

6 Years Ago

LMAO Hell Yeah i remember phone booth and not those post hanging ones, the full monty ones!
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I gotta say: this is gorgeous. I love your use of parataxis & stylistic application of imagery. Very emotionally evocative, as well. Beautiful work.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Perdition

6 Years Ago

Many thanks and yeah, i guess I just gave up on the hypotactic addictions years ago.haha. In all ser.. read more

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