Times and Days

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    How many will moan
    With me the rotten remains
    Times and days flow on
    What was here before soft. Now gone.

    I watch your sister go.
    She walks around the corner, takes the bus, Now no more.
    The parted light unites
    A trash can rat and a cat leveled in a street fight on the floor

    And would you know? Little stranger,
    Would you know if we were less strange
    Where my hand would go? Pretty stranger, Wouldn’t know.
    A stranger you remain, therefore.

    Quick steps up on the stairs, a knock, “Hello”.
    Stands; speaks to the noses from where she reeks.
    She seems to know That you ain’t a believer.
    If you believe in what I am, then resist. Don’t go.

    Like medicine, force it down your throat, close your eyes
    And it will digest. Just Hold your palms about your ears and they won’t show
    That you know, that you deliver
    In the corner of my mouth I believe her
    Where my heart is there is a tree that won’t grow.


2 thoughts on “Times and Days

    Bryanna said:
    July 1, 2010 at 7:33 pm

    I really like the sound of “a trash can rat and a cat leveled in a street fight on the floor.” Nice verbiage!

    pradeepa said:
    July 2, 2010 at 7:55 am

    i love poems when there are food for thought.i love this.yeah.nice one after a long time.

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