Friday, July 1, 2016

"best of" poem of the day 07.01.16

in july

ten firecrackers
a roman candle
charcoal smoke from a grill
and two whores laughing
in the alleyway
while i’m trying to read
saroyan
late
on a wednesday.

this neighborhood
is like a microcosm
of the world:
self-involved
inhuman
loud.

i can indict it
just by looking out
my bedroom window.

it doesn’t make me
feel
any better,
just
at the mercy of all
of you,
the same as
i always
am.


            07.06.06

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