Tuesday, October 13, 2009

I stand renewed but ready for what?

the long cigarette smoke of the wet

glittering city twilight curls and diminishes

in the tiny pinpoints of rain--

and Bert Jansch comes back to me

over 40 years--"Needle of Death"--

"It Don't Bother Me""--filled my head

in another rainy twilight of blankness--

in youth--before the horror I suspected my life

would be came to pass--

and now--a tingling desolation of hollowness

nearing the fullness of the long evening of age--

ready or not--I stand renewed for the last sprint

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

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