I take off my glasses and the city blurs. Streetlights meld together, Staining the smog an eerie Red, yellow, green. I tilt my head back and sigh. Staring through the tinted glass, It feels almost serene.
Day Five (I'm late on posting bc of school + senior retreat. i played around with abstraction in the last few days)
'Justice' A torn up paper airplane, crashing to the ground. The sting of papercuts on fingertips. The strained scabs on my knuckles, a broken tooth. The taste of blood and toothpaste, pink-stained spit. Fire alarms after class, and a bald eagle's graceless, garbled cry.
'Names' of the Adriatic, respect, strength. Red as blood on concrete, as fire ants burning. A whipping wind, a cyclone. fists held up in defiance, ready.
'Dead Deer' My roommate found a deer behind the science building, and I'm trying not to think about its shrunken eyes and torn skin. or how I saw it from far away, and thought it was a rock.
I think you're using your dark humor well in a few of these - day seven for example was very gruesome, and then the unexpected turn at the end about thinking it was a rock was uncomfortably funny, but also really made me think about the poem for a few minutes - the image is stuck in my mind.
I would love to see expansion or a companion poem of Day 7, and Day 2. I'll also admit Day 4 made me laugh.
Good luck with the rest of these!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Ode to the Abandoned Paper Mill: To the Giants’ castle of graffiti-stained glass, and the smokestacks that scratched the sky: I can’t remember a time when you were alive, but I remember the fire that killed you. I could smell it, even miles away, The spicy scent lingered for days. Your bones became a tribute Of a half-a-million lost. It cost too much to fix you, so they left you there to rot. In the sun, in the rain. You remained.
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