ISD 77

Latest Northography post:


1.
dappling the narrow streets on sun bent
afternoons are puddles that disappear before
fire breathing buses thrust down into apricot dells,
watching the big kids toss their cumbersome
backpacks over one pointy
shoulder--shuffling backwards as they say
goodbye to brunette sweethearts that walk in lines.

II.
the sun is a silhouette of permanent inky
doggedness eclipsing chalky palms, dirt under nails
blocking the east through clefts in hands in
trees without leaves it breaches,
my soles scrap the street as toddlers'
feet on playgrounds

when the pernicious rumble of number 21
echoes towards the affable red
topped tower--
we guess though he is always never close.

III.
arriving in a tawny taut myopia
that ends in one hallway begins
in another asking the searing fluorescent
hums of Elysium to shut the hell up or float
me to an asylum of the past.