Christian Carbone

Rookie - 20 Points (August 22,1964 / Los Angles, CA)

Oil On Glass - Poem by Christian Carbone

there are different types
of being tired some
good & some not so much
the kind of tired from a hard
day, spent & dawged spoons
are heavy this is good as
long as it doesn’t go on for 40
or 50 years then there’s the
26th hour speed, booze and anvil
tired like having the breath of
satan in your mouth

sleep heals many things
it reminds us that we are
but mortals with nerves
that can play fair or attack
like a cobra sleep is the
replenishment the pitcher
to fill the half empty glass

these things come to me
as lights & cities pass
Compton & Lakewood
It’s dark now & the Lakewoodians
& the Comptonites are nestled
in their comforters and quilts

on this train headed toward
Long Beach gentle people
sleep or rest waiting to be
home to nestle & refill with
water & bed

all this came to me because
I see it every night on the windows
of the evening train the heads
the gels and mousse they all have
a history & they are left here
on the Blue Line art you can
see through oil on glass


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009



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