Circuit

We from the South
and the rich eat the poor
Alley gator needle arms
dank whispers in the dark

Ozone escapes
through hollow pockets
Gone and where?
North city lights

Sunny dark enough
Empty not gone
I’m stark with
eyes horizontal

Bang the night
black bright fear
silent alone
when running

The valley is high
She is my sun
Hearing then
and never gone

3 Responses to “ Circuit ”

Comments:

Francesco Prano says:
February 4th, 2008 at 11:46 pm

I like how this generates an ethos with select words giving the setting, or one you can guess at or make up as it relates to the reader.

Andrew Koop says:
February 5th, 2008 at 8:18 am

thanks. i had a poetry assignment on concrete language and implied metaphor, so i gave it a whirl. i was wondering if it might be too vague, but as you mentioned, sometimes it’s nice to let the reader’s imagination run with it.

julius says:
February 7th, 2008 at 12:27 am

The ambiguity is the best part of literature in my opinion. “Alley gator needle arms” had to be my personal favorite, though. There are quite a few different ways you could take that.