Stream Of Consciousness New Years Day 2010 Poem by Shirley Hanley

Stream Of Consciousness New Years Day 2010



The ticking of the clock... the hum of the laptop as it does it's work...

the burn on the tops of my feet and the back of my theighs [the left more than the right]...

the sound of my shallow breath entering and leaving my damaged lungs...
the heaviness of my chest trying to catch a breath while supporting
the two huge potato sacks that were my beautiful upright breasts long ago, but are no more...

the motor of the fridge laboring to keep things cool for this lowly human...

the burn in my back and shoulders and my buttocks too...

the sounds of cars and flying machines in the dark filter through the closed windows and doors...

no guns tonight at Peppertree... they must have used up all their amunition last night on the eve...
I know it sounded like Iraq must sound on any given day or night...
for a moment I forgot where I was and was immediately transported there.
Just for a second I thought I could hear the roar of the tanks and the explosion of IUD's...

someone was firing an Uzi...
I couldn't help but wonder...
where will all those bullets come down?

Perhaps on Mr. Hernandez's head while he sleeps innocently in his bed?
Just ask the mother of four year old Marquel Peters in Atlanta...
one of the bullets took the life of her son
while he sat playing his video game
in a church of all places!
Marquel will not be seeing 2010...

... perhaps through the windsheild of the neighbor's first new car?

... perhaps on the Coyote running for his life
from the cacophany of sound that has disturbed his nightly hunt for food?

I digress... it's time to call an end to this night and bid ado to 2009...
give into the pain that always plagues me these days
and return to my bed for another restless night of strange dreams.

Aren't I a happy, fine mess on this first New Year's Day of 2010?

1/1/10

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