Raw Poem Post 3

11/4/05 11:54 PM

An Imitation of Steven's "Disillusionment at 10 O'Clock"

Faces fixed to skulls, skulls
clamped on shoulders.
Not one nods,
Not one leans to shake hands,
Not one leans toward me,
Not one leans to say "Where?"
No one says, "Back again?"
With lifted voice
Or shine in the eye.
My hometown won't wake,
Mistaking my soul for the night-light.
What is not is, just this: the tap-
tap of screen door against house,
played out by
just enough wind.