At 4:00 A.M
A razor petaled flower
bloomed in your chest
Thinking, unthinking
did you stumbledown
the curving stairway
your mother asleep
in the front parlor room
oblivious, dreaming
Did you think
I’m only sixty its not time yet
or that the liquor got me
after all these years
Were you surprised to find
the keys in the ignition
angel placed
or oblivion at the end of the street
your car jumping the curb
to idle all night
against the ball field backstop
engine purring against death
until the cops found you
not you in the warm summer
haziness of dawn?
1 comment:
thank you for coming to poetry critical! how did you find it?
and thank you so much for your wonderful comment on my poem.
by any chance did you stumble on my blog?
i have just found yours, and you are a wonderful poet, thank you for sharing, i will enjoy this.
also: Guinness is good for you, indeed :)
take care!
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