Warren Falcon

Freshman - 592 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

But That's Not It On A Hartford Train - Poem by Warren Falcon

Riding backwards
each brick is
surprise peripheral.

Gaze shapes itself

a moment then to movement


And I am dumb.

Strike no pose
that a poem
could love

much less linger
petulant in a
tinted window.

A brick sticks
in the throat.


An eye.


It is red.

It is dead
weight leaving
residue in
a palm

or place it
sighing to my
chest still
overcome by
the last

brick, and
the other

and so on,

all lost,
a last attempt
to see without
poses and write


The heart says,


The other eye,
the one turned
away from the
window, says:

'God forbid I'm
going to crash the
whole universe.


But that's not


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 13, 2012

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