A Poem by Geneticstar



      Along crumbling

shadows and alleyway


      I am the cat’s

tongue     washing

the asphalt impossible

faces of cities --

      and there I have found

that the ghost of blood

      lingers     where blood

      has long since flaked away

and been thrown to the wind --

      the cyclic recurrence

of memory     and then:


winter comes --

      and each night

      a lace frost

cocoons around windows,

stretches out over concrete --

      its prying fingers

threading towards soft loam

and disintegration


      A dry rain rolls over the gutterbabies

with the day’s sweat

from hot brick sides

of skyscrapers,     metal

      rattling down their throat

as the moon     rises over the city:

      the illuminate elbow of god

propped against men’s fancies.


I find my babe

      in the rainwash tonight,

      and I am a ragdoll father --

while I kiss her face

      blue runs from her eyes like oil,

and she nods when I say,

      "Do you hear the city?"

black wings

beating against the sky.


Over the crook of my arm

      her eyes fall back

      and I know she is watching.

This is how we

hold one another:     tenuous

      in the silence after movement

like echoes

      in pipeline.


      From the roof-edge of the highest

building     its lights

      popping on like a

scattered chorus

of fireflies --

      I hold her out

to the hazy red

opening sun.


      As you are trying to catch

the dark air      your feathered arms,


      I see the city

reach for your seamless body,


and gather you,

as gently as a child as you fall.


© 2011 Geneticstar

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Posted 9 Years Ago

deep, powerful and intriguing

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Added on December 27, 2011
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