Fri 1 May 2009
Warm night, streetlight
yellow light on crunchy leaves
cold arms, cold back
underneath the hissing trees
Summer coming, Winter gone
ominous it stalks the air
summer’s gonna getcha high
summer’s gonna touch you there
Ten o’clock pm, and no one
told you not to wear a coat
perfect rushing from the freeway
shattered Spring, let Summer gloat.
Wood knocks wood inside the forest.
Something coming through? Or wind?
It’s too warm to go indoors now
even for this wunderkind.
If I were to sit & shiver
till I dried up like these leaves
I’d be strong and proper timber
for a fire. Mother grieves.
Once, when time was not so precious,
once when wasting it warn’t sin
then I had some super powers
then I had impervious skin
then I felt the warmth and shrugged it
off like any creature would.
That was when I took for granted
wind and knocking wood on wood.
Rock so still beneath the streetlight
Tree too still and crassly lit
there aren’t any funny shadows
edges sharp, no shadows flit.
Once I had a fine potato
filled it with some cheese and cream.
Once, I had the best potato
now potatoes just don’t seem
as good. It’s getting cold.
I’m going in.
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