new room
same old place
facing south this time
watching Young Chow,
Crystal City's favorite go-go bar,
got a view of the Sev n' it
almost feels like home,
tho at home I never faced
anything but
pink sunsets over row home
horizons, mysterious
red blinking lights of the future,
alleys where American flags hid behind
diorama glass to reflect their image
on our window pane
now I got windows reflecting windows
in the dark condominium night, we're all wondering who can
see in but nobody looks outside
long enough to tell--is it the 28th already?
where have I gone? who can say--?
I can't remember the last place
I rested, how many years ago-- I'll
fall asleep standing up someday,
the Earth'll be my bed
my home
my end.
Wow, I'm not sure how I found my way here but, I'm glad I did..this is an intense piece of writing..the last three lines blew me away..the earth'll be my bed..my home..my end..this weeps with the final moment of peace..
ReplyDeleteOh, this was like falling into a safe place...and even though there is that unrest, it's still calm somehow.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this. Thank you.
Wow, this is a powerful end - and I like the way you set us down in the world of the speaker/thinker who is remembering home. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza really took my breath away! A strong write.
ReplyDeletethe earth will be just that...but til then we got plenty of roaming and sight to see...and homes to make...really cool progression in this...powerful write...
ReplyDeleteExcellent *****
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