Boston Blues

Maybe make sense of it

A click

A fall

A broken branch minutes to midnight

Your voice clustered into have-to-do’s

Maybe a clash of light hits

Maybe…maybe

Make sense of it

Or into Boston find clues

The afternoon we took picnics and back bites of cigarette ash

Swam the depth of our own amazon, medicine and blues

Swam until we were covered alive...swam

Until every morning I reached over for you-

Looking out onto summer’s flames and roofs

The grass at its hilly height

And sawdust on pencils while prospectors passed

Making sense

But none of them do

The crown of ambulance

A shattering flash

The back of my neck, a highway

And the memory of your bed

Warm in turn where smiles released like leaves

Now I try to make sense of it

Just an operatic fool

Author's Note

Wip

Reviews

[MAC]

This just flows with real life and honesty. Now tis you making my day. :)

[Perdition]

Well shux..lol. Nothing quite like the poetic trade off is there, especially 'into a brick wall".loved that
! Thanks for the input and for stopping by~

[MAC]

have always enjoyed your poetry because of that "lived in it" quality. trade offs are okay, just as long as we avoid the brick walls lol

[Perdition]

Oh come on!! I loved the ghostly human quality you gave to mourning,,it felt like an inescapable truth in a phone booth (if you remember those) when outside everyone else is setting tables and making sure flowers arrive in bright white quality so that no one feels the spectre of pain..it was beautiful..SMASH ON! I'll buckle up..Thanks again.

[MAC]

LMAO Hell Yeah i remember phone booth and not those post hanging ones, the full monty ones!

okay okay, SMASH ON, will drain the brake fluid for a little extra bang or boom lol

thanks for making me laugh today!

[Appeal to Emotion]

I gotta say: this is gorgeous. I love your use of parataxis & stylistic application of imagery. Very emotionally evocative, as well. Beautiful work.

[Perdition]

Many thanks and yeah, i guess I just gave up on the hypotactic addictions years ago.haha. In all seriousness much appreciated my fellow poet and best of journeys on our all too often maddening as well as rewarding journeys. Once more into the page!