the black fire bridge untwisted
to reveal fishtanks overfilled
and apartment building hallways
filled with horses set free
to gallop under the exit sign glow
and witness the false toothed
second verse reversal
six string struggles with a
story bogus as a 3 dollar bill
scraped transparent and pale
malnourished from un-noodled soup
and backalley borscht
until released to riot between hooves
each unknown stride possibly the last
until tripped trampled and rolled
into the light and the
empty stage my father should
have dominated
No comments:
Post a Comment