tapdancingly significant

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited February 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
it was a clicking phone
the sound of a preschool tapdance recital's first rehearsal
or limb snapping, blizzard snow-piling pine branch-esque
or a busstop worth of noise
i have conceded
rooms full of old dolls, dusty and dying to have their heads burned
by older brothers like i was
chip-off-the-old-block images, spitting
sidewalks glistening and full of triangular warning signs
stolen from convenience stores
ha! summer is gifted
like the forgotten sons of kansas
like the tributes that do more harm than good
like the charlie chaplins of the crippled
the helen kellers of the ampitheaters
the children of the coronets blaring in the breeze
by heaven
every arrival is underwhelming, however
and i have disintigrated into a million gnats, already blood-fed
and yet unsatisfied
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