The young must hunt for poignancy
the bleared eyes of the whore
the stickiness of sidewalk blood
We who know have learned to shrug,
the broom we take to each day's dust
and deposit on the mountain out back
(2006)
Nice submission Mike! ' the broom we take to each day's dust' a favored line, and almost felt a little... witchy. Enjoyed. Hope your time away was refreshing and full of many insightful treasures :) Angie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a mountain of a poem done in the efficient, concise manner of a well-built ant hill. loved this Mike, every line extremely powerful.