Vik Harley

Another Row - Poem by Vik Harley

As the words spilled out
more sour than my drunken bile
my heart rhythm beat
this - is - it
this - is - it
Stood by the Portland
the meter by the mile
you stand on the street
this - is - it
this - is - it
I want you to see
the confusion inside
as the queue moves along
this - is - it
this - is - it
I want us to be
not something we tried
You refuse what IS wrong

This is it

I look to you

This is it

Another row

This is it


This is it

And my head on your tear streaked pillow.

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Comments about Another Row by Vik Harley

  • Callie Carroll (3/27/2008 9:26:00 PM)

    I am very interested in seeing what you do with this poem. I live by a railroad and the rhythm of your heart and (? the train/subway...) really intrigued me. Lines 17 and 18... will you work with them further? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

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