A Life Of Crime Poem by William Matthews

A Life Of Crime

Rating: 3.3

Frail friends, I love you all!
Maybe that's the trouble,
storm in the eye of a storm.
Everyone wants too much.
Instead we gratefully accept
some stylized despair:

suitcoats left hanging
on folding chairs, snow falling
inside a phonebooth, cows
scouring some sad pasture.
You know the sort of landscape,
all sensibility and no trees.

Nothing but space, a little
distance between friends.
As if loneliness didn't make us
responsible, and want accomplices.
Better to drink at home
than to fall down in bars.

Or to read all night a novel
with missing heirs, 513 pages
in ten-point type, and lay my body
down, a snarl of urges
orbited by blood,
dreaming of others.

Chinedu Dike 21 April 2023

Nice and interesting

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Edward Kofi Louis 02 July 2016

Storm in the eyes of a storm! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Anil Kumar Panda 02 July 2016

Beautiful poetry. Rich with vocabulary it flows very nice.Loved it.

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Rajnish Manga 02 July 2016

Wonderful expression and an interesting imagery. But the mystery, somehow, stays. storm in the eye of a storm / Everyone wants too much. Nothing but space, a little / distance between friends.....didn't make us responsible,

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Fraser Mackay 14 February 2014

Love this poem... great lines and observations... resolves beautifully.

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