You know which lights to stop at
and which to slow for as
we crawl toward
the intersection, pass under red lights that
dangle from wire as if
only cautionary electricity
and we
we are the current
I churn inside
you; you
churn inside
me
fossilized buildings pause mid-tumble
the dust of bones spread on the city
shimmers like snow
we pull over to marvel
at its neglected opulence
and listen to the currents
buzzing in the power lines
The dinosaur drew us into
its windowed grin
we climb the winding vertebrae
of stairs, then descend deeper than we rose
deeper into secret rooms where
cockroaches scatter at our footfalls
I fumble for you in the darkness
you fill the hollow spaces in my wake.
A contest entry
- vomiting points by Cinnarry.
10000 points, ended October 10, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Reviews Appreciated
Comments
-
bookmarked
-
I love this...hope some of my suggestions & thoughts help you with this one
..but really, it is great as is, too.
"I fumble for you in the darkness
you fill the hollow spaces in my wake."
beautiful ending...
-
Quite the "ghost story"!
Adding your comment:
