yellow

written in California, 2000

Once, but then it wasn't

and over there yellow forced her open

across the triangular doorway of yesterday;
it fell.

Smooth lining the crotchety wooden backdrop

along hemorrhaging country caverns,

listlessly finding innocent suffering among

blood-ridden blindfolds and broken cigarettes.

The road narrowed.

Downward spiraled the ever-present staircase of desire,

ebbing and flowing

among the flotsam of decay,

inching its way nearer to shore than any would venture to guess.

It came this way.

Leaving was an entirely different matter.

Black noise-filled fortresses of stone

meandered amidst ancient evergreens,

hidden to the naked eye.

The window was farther than the mind could grasp and

closer than the heart could see;

it climbed.

Tomorrow was sliding towards an eon of understanding,

lapsing behind the current knowledge, only forgiving the naive.

Crossroads of fire and water

reached out for a common foothold within the realm of space and void.

Yes, leaving was an entirely different matter.

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

this is excellent man...great poem