Bent Words

Bent Words

October 11, 2004

A towny touch, a sidewalk step
A building brick to break the sky
A bustled crowd in loud hotels
A bronzed cafe with chairs outside
Faced chilled and salmon grilled
See and smell and sound alive

A less bending bow for an old mayor
A master's mold beyond the glass
Kitchen tools that cost too much
But glimmer gold none the less
Sit beside this October sky
Sip the brew that warms the chest

A wall of flowers wrapped in stone
A posey picked despite the stare
Lasting laughter can be caught
When buildings brace to hold it there
In casual dote, a grey sportcoat
Clashed together a crimson pair

A massive hall of marbled high
A silence choked by fallen feet
A finery few in arm in arm
A simple room where of they meet
The final call and curtain's call
The intimate fold of each taken seat

A ten cent stage, a cast of three
A play well known and done
A triumphant mark, a moving scene
A gentle doze from tranquil ones
Lingered last, a lengthy pass
What of knowing quit the tongue

A corner turned with indolent sway
A lover's kiss that coupled one
A moment mangled by the next
Encouraged features wraught undone
With weary feet in want of heat
The homeless creature has become

A pillowed mind, a hardened stare
A word befallen blank with lust
A guilty dish to be devoured
For in its pleasure hungers rust
Life so true and slashed in two
Of bittersweet dishonest trust

A day, a night, held in your hand
A microscope for mirrored woes
A sun, a star, a laughter caught
The finery of well lit prose
The everythings and inbetweens
All the beauty of the horror's hold...

Written at 9:03 p.m.