Archive for April 11, 2016

That Scar Between

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 11, 2016 by dc

That scar between
This city and its suburbs,

Those broken falsetto warehouses,
The pigeon graveyards,
The wasteland that chatters to foxes

And the darkened buildings without roofs
Rotting like old lifeless teeth.

The rattling vibrations
Of traffic and bad thoughts

Shaking loose gravel
And summoning storms,

The place where the rain starts
And cars get abandoned

Beside take away menus
And singular shoes.

There are memories of fires,

Odd nuts and bolts
That will never be useful again,

A faint smell of burnt plastic,

And there’s always something
Gently crying

At any given hour
Day or night,

Here where hope staggers
And has nothing to lean on,

A beginning
Where the endings