night after night, the ding-ding
air pump hose off the hook
rang from the corner gas station
that summer, I didn’t register how
T was dropping acid on the sly
and drinking almost daily
he must have been as strung out as I was
unassisted, chemically . at least he was
getting laid and dancing
all the while, looking cool
~*~
a block away, a year later
we were all sitting on the porch
when Glenn cried out that he’d seen a man
with a girl and the man carried a shotgun
so we all ran to that railing but saw nothing
I believed Glenn, but Maggie and Paula didn’t
a few evenings later, Paula and I were in a meadow,
reading, as she listened intently to the hum of insects
and the wind and then a shotgun blast . shaken,
suddenly, she asked about the girl’s fate
~*~
it finally hit me
there are wars within wars
even in this trash called a city
To continue, click here.
Copyright 2015
Have just downloaded your poems.