Poetry Post #1
November 30, 2008
Western Massachusettes
the mill towns we break our feet in/ little loose teeth dangling from our necks
and the scree scrambling up that mountainside.
we curl into our creaking cracked wood floors/ another American winter.
we blow ourselves clean with kisses
frozen little charms of our love-
smoke rising from the parted lips of a parked car window.
Climbing radio towers to broadcast this:
your tongue slides across the Charles,
sparks underfoot like fireworks/ blinded by disastrous city sunlight
pinned by your feet on my feet/ under so many restaurant tables
a pushing against/ my mouth kissing up this wall
i press my nose into the trains as the pass/ this city was a rope, a gag, a jar
and then in all that static/ those busted seizure lights-
i removed my balled fist from your hands
and was born out from under it
If you like poetry and want to hear USM students and Portland, ME local writers read their own work, I encourage you to come to the North Star Cafe on December 3rd from 7pm – 9pm.
