Toss my lantern
into autumn winds--
the setting sun
out on your
porch is a no man's land
I never tread
tho I'd like to often
there just doesn't seem
to be any opportunity--
the blinking buildings
shake the sun off anyway
if that's consolation
in my silent longing
I'm a fool, like I'm
always a fool, being foolish
and laughing when I shouldn't
when no one else is
or gets why-- the yellow
tint of the sun is
so effortlessly funny sometimes
and sums up all that shit
for earth's one brightest fool
which is me.
"the blinking buildings
ReplyDeleteshake the sun off anyway
if that's consolation"
Light reflecting off then on, never steady...I think I get it.
Overall, another fine read, personal but accessible.