March 31, 2013

easter sunday at the switch



giant white square aglow
dripping day glo triangles


a solemn man marches
beside a melting bowl of sun


arms crossed beneath her mask
i remember where the warmth pressed


today was a fat black stripe of loneliness
black oil comet crossing out the sky


a pickup truck growls at what it must heed
such strange vacancy, everything blinking


sunlight seeps slowly through the gathering silver coin
i spent the day pillowed on and kissing carpet


blood silhouettes a pointing finger’s fist
peel your words off slow as if clutching glass


i’m gonna talk to the river but i won’t jump in
what no one will say unless they despise you


the blonde baby elf girl discovers dancing on the sidewalk
train trumpets from the tracks, making them a band


what if civilization ended now and everyone
around was who you had to survive with?


kicking your footprints ahead of you
until you never see, until you never know


dusty gold swapped for gorgeous deep blue
emeralds & sapphires strung across the street

1 comment:

  1. This is cool, rick! I think I recognize a Kris Doty lyric herein too : )

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