Jeffrey McDaniel

Rookie (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

Friends And High Places - Poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

It's like escaping a hot, bright room
for the serenity of a city at night, covered in snow.

People eliminated. A carpet of silence
for taxis to whisper across. The world becoming

a pleasant dream of itself. The itch
of want smoldering to life on skin. Memory sends

a chill vanishing between vertebrae.
It's New Year's Eve. Hail the Calendar! As if

clocks will pause for a moment
before reloading their long rifles. Years are tiny

freckles on the face of a century.
Where is the constellation we gazed at each night

Through a bill rolled so tight
the first President lost his breath, as our eyeballs

literally unraveled? I am alone
in the rectangular borough in the observatory,

where even fire trucks can't rescue
the arsonist stretching his calves in my brain.

Comments about Friends And High Places by Jeffrey McDaniel

  • Rookie - 41 Points Malini Kadir (3/26/2008 10:31:00 PM)

    Beautiful imagery.......of one's emotions.......splendid poetry! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 15, 2010

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