Corrosion
Garbage stinking
Alley
Slender side street
No way we could meet
here
Methane
Bottles clinking
Broken glass
Broken English
Cigar smoke wafting
Bar patrons laughing
Cheap jewelry glinting like
gold teeth
Sun setting on the faded dreams
of many
Tin-plated
Transistor jazz mingling with
gas fumes and bad cooking
Thump thump of hip hop convertibles
Oozing
Boggy swamp
City slime inching up through
the grates
Slow hum of tired machines
Stray cat calls finding my window open
Afraid to sleep
A feeling like corrosion
Hours
Hardening as time thickens like wax
after the flame extinguishes itself
The blame has been fixed and fate binds me
in its headlock
I, once desire's pawn, am thirsty for a nectar
so sweet and strange
I wait
Will you call for me like thunder rolling
off a canyon?
How I long to be alarmed by those tremors
Come shake the dust from my bones
Save me now from these bloodless hours as I lie alone,
dying in a dream
The Balcony
Sweep of wind
Ghost brushing by
Pricks my skin with an icy memory
Why do I stand here, targeted for attack?
The Dust In Here
Never clears
Lick of the lisping moon drags a tongue
through my room
Shadows pale in silent resolution
I was a tight rope walker until I
lost my nerve
The wire broke and there was no net
Drunk and in love with danger
Words pour into open wounds
Come twilight my head spins around
My eye at the key hole but no sign, no sound
It was always falling that I feared
No one knows I am sad but still alive and my cries all die
before they can reach an ear
Kevin M. Hibshman has had his poetry, prose, reviews and collages published around the world, most recently in Punk Noir Magazine, Rye Whiskey Review, Piker Press, The Crossroads, Drinkers Only, 1870, Synchronized Chaos, Yellow Mama, Unlikely Stories Mark V, Literary Yard, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Medusa's Kitchen.
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