Broken Dialectic

I wrote this when I was supposed to be working!

The broken dialectic 

is a burnt out star 

where sinners with no god

and with rust in their mouths

pray

to husks in the sky

spread like marmalade 

over all 

we were supposed to become

now

the pathogens are sweet

the rubber, industrial smells, and tired feet

meet

at this juncture

but nothing can join

there are only keys

and broken fan belts

in the humid air

which clog the veins 

there is no reconciliation 

no enlightenment  or awakening 

only movement

without progress

and cigarette butts 

in the garbage

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and a new pack of hope is almost ten dollars...
expensive smoke...and no money left over to fix the broken belts.
reminds me of a scene in Eddie and the Cruisers II....when he tells his girlfriend about Jersey and all the junkyards---
the husks in the sky spread like marmalade...love that concept...very creative.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of disillusionment. Often the most inspired idealists are the most embittered when hopes are betrayed.

[Chris Shaw]

Some wonderful poetic expression here, particularly in the opening lines which drew me in.

there is no reconciliation
no enlightenment or awakening

There is no hope. I saw the stubbed out and cold cigarette butt's in the garbage.

Fabulous poem.

Chris