Empty Squares, Streets

Empty Squares, Streets

A Poem by Dith

Vain intentions bent on
Vindication
Form a cloud hexagon
Strangled beneath
A hot sun, that melts it
And can be computed as zero
In the suburbs.

My long pronunciations,
quiet in the eyes of strangers.
Prophecy to dead ears;
Quick impressions bring
rushed persuasions.
Sun is blazing, your script�"
sweat-soaked thru your clothes�"
Spins in the humid breeze
And in weeds growing up
thru the pavement
that reach your feet
at floor stare distance.
There was no one in sight
(if sight had meaning
at this intolerable time of day).
I pray for a black sun.

That thick gasoline smell,
That brilliant post-work glee,
That erudite political message
Trailing up your throat,
That quantitative painstraking
measured ascent to victory.
Polite, upbeat door knocks,
To which we find Door Number 3,
As it opens slowly to a shadowed, bent face
behind a district door, barely cracked.

Political races are endless shut doors:
foreign voters who count rigid flowers
outside a disturbed lawn, like money,
because it is abstract.


$$$$$

© 2010 Dith


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Brilliant Kafka-esque sensibility re the buzzing hollow hive of callow power brokering.

Informed by such structural experience, your poetry continues to grow in its de facto role of soul espionage. Reality w/a capital "R" is an invisible Buddha in the ongoing small "r" hallucination of Wall St. puppeteering.

Dith's pith is what to get with!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Dith
Dith

Orlando, FL



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I'm 25. I've been writing (essays, poems) for fourteen years. I like poetry, politics, music, philosophy, photography, deep breathing. Lately I've been writing abstract type poetry where I experime.. more..

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