Brian Purdy

Rookie - 0 Points (28.09.48 / Belleville, Ontario)

City, I Have You - Poem by Brian Purdy

far from here, in country sleep
houses and hay-ricks are deaf to street-car clamor
innocent of thirty-foot signs
scything neon shadows through this room
where I am hot and sleepless in my shirt-sleeves.

I would imagine the moon
and sleeping under fruit-trees, but
my radio's short on country airs. No more help
in this heavy-metal fraternity of night, these shadows
sweeping muck across the carpet.

city, I have you, exactly where you want me
in the sooty palm of a love I did not choose.


Comments about City, I Have You by Brian Purdy

  • Silver Star - 4,040 Points Diane Hine (2/19/2012 3:39:00 AM)

    Good. Home-sickness can strike at any age. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 44 Points R. G. Bell (1/26/2012 4:20:00 PM)

    Some pretty stark images here, my friend.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 13, 2012


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