| Invariably
a rusted shell of a Ford
the beckoning of neon
clothes on the line
the stained, flapping applause...
And from somewhere
the inarticulate, muted scream
from some domestic prison -
the flash
of scampering
clandestine rodents.
The early morning bars,
patrons taking their first
shot of at the day.
Above it all...
the billboard
like some
nefarious diety
smiles
and hawks
its cancerous
mist...
the drone
of planes escaping
to an unobtainable
horizon.
Doug Holder is the
editor of the Ibbetson Street Press of Somerville, MA. His work
has appeared in PLAZM, Artword Quartertly, City of Poets anthology,
Pegasus, Poetry Motel, Cerebus, Boston Globe and many more. |
