spiral


he went down

a stairway

a stairway made up of days and other debris

such as people such as love such as violence subtle and also blatant

it took him decades to descend

sometimes the railings wobbled

sometimes his ankles twisted hung up on random fantasy broken dream tomorrows

sometimes ghosts would shadow him for a while

sometimes shadows would pass their lips upon his own

phantom tongues rising his desire

but each transient

each eventually relinquished

gave way

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Phil Benevento  On April 19, 2018 at 5:26 pm

    Loved the poem. Phil

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  • Edward-David Ruiz  On April 21, 2018 at 10:47 pm

    Thanks so much for sharing this item, Art. Like some, we shall be a bit skeptical, especially since we’ve grown up and weaned on the music of the Beatles. As we said last time, “Hey, Jude” still chokes up, but there’s the opening chords of “Daytripper” to enliven us. Enjoy what’s left of the weekend, and let’s pray for peace, especially in our dear Pinas. God bless. e/s

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