I'VE BEEN WALKING THE STREETS IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
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 The Book of Possibilities |
I've been walking the streets in
the dead of the night like
Black corvette like a well-
oiled spring waiting for someone
to give me a cause to unwind
My fingers are curled in a
vicious sneer like a serpent's
grin like jaws of steel
Waiting for reason to act
for a cause to unwind
Like a venomous poem that scrawls
off the page with the words
in its writing all blackened
with rage like a summons
that goes beyond life beyond
grave like a knife
I've been walking the streets in
the dead of the night like a
Black corvette like a well-
oiled spring waiting for someone
to give me a cause to unwind
And the people that watch as
I pass in the night are
ribbons and moonbeams and
patterns of light and they
watch as I pass but they
can't or they won't lend a hand
I've been thinking sometime of
the perilous few who cruise
In the night in the dead of the
moon who slip through the night
with no thought but to stay far from home
In the dead of the night with no
company there but the sound
Of my footsteps rain brushing my hair
in the dead of the night as I
search for a cause to unwind
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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