Before the FallA Poem by Nobody.Before the Fall I They are knocking overfull tankards in an underground heaven, And flying in war formations along the worn edges of an old tribal circle. I understand the crackled calls of broken down street philosophers Weeping strained blood over ten million apocalyptic bar napkin ditties. I’ve felt them all.
II The breathless hot wind carries visions in its trash-speckled clarity; Long-dead victims of evils I'll never know dredged from the bottoms Of bloody inkwells and the salt cured tear ducts of waning saints. Night has crashed on my noonday laughter shattering every bone. I never learned to crawl.
III Wish I’d known this city was haunted. I would have packed my khaki cynicism with the well-starched pleats. Now, I’m near naked; drowning in a casual blue jean love song. Later, they’ll find my remains and wonder what I might have been . . . Before the long fall. © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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