Smashing An Alarm Clock In A Parking Lot... Poem by Audrey Stephenson
Smashing An Alarm Clock In A Parking Lot...
All the loose leaves spread their roots
into the same vein of hope
mirroring the freckles of your skin
Crumbs of what was left for now
Just sit
and sit
and sit
Well these eyes will have to drown for their own good
Embalming weakness until it's name is called
Saturating in the corners of a prickly shame
Faces burrowed in chlorine arms
Waiting for its turn to come
Burried above a sleepy chaos
You will upturn my lips with a step and a click
Who could have thought there was joy in death?
Matches breathe life into your death
And we'll smash an alarm clock in a parking lot
So become an oak and liberate your children
Swimming through the breeze
I will breathe into you and you will breathe into me
And know one day we will be cut down
But that will just have to be ok
A poem that stands out in so many ways but 'smashing an alarm clock in a parking lot' would be something I can visualize myself doing everytime my alrm goes off, time for school. Takecare!
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4/25/2024 2:30:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
reading your line 'swimming through the breeze', reminds me of a line from allen Ginsberg 'trees moving in rivers of wind', a parking lot really could be an alarm clock, can tell what time it is by what is inside, and their is no fork in a road of death either, the point of parting is joy and suffering, and those sick of waiting for the middle ground will never reach it, i sense all our lives have not been spared, dreams reside between pride and grief, a truly thought provoking write