Wednesday, January 18, 2017

DON'T THINK DON'T FEEL DON'T LIVE



GROWING COMES AT EVERY DUSK

Dusk rising on a world
earning a blanket of night.
Places where light
does not seed well in the passageways.
Moon made shadows are not meant to hide
but to abet the living done in them.
The alleys where time is spent outside
looking for a way in;
age is power they think.
It is not.

Deep shadows signal a start,
a beginning of habits
that monsters will die or detox from.
Winds sweep the aggregate rock into
faces finding that stones do hurt,
that dirt chokes.
Feel every insult served in darkness.
It is easier to escape control in
a fading place, a disappearing place where
mendicants are only allowed emerge or die.

Rolling dice and tossed cards
become sextant and chart.
The spectator place
where crowds gather
to have their indifferent amusement;
where cheering gathers its velocity
in the broken brick venturi.
Hilarity is looted in arenas of conspiracy,
cons, piracy, loot gathered from the weak
in the dun way to withering age.

Twilight full of feelings, hard and soft.
Neither passage nor escape
is negotiated with words in alleys.
Fists, knives, guns; pubic hair changes happen;
 them not able to give blood spilling it anyway
in every stab, every blow, every bullet.
Life is made behind the dust bins
where anxiety shreds clothes
and a virgin’s promise never meant to be kept.
is forgotten in a moment of moans and fast grinding.

Stolen
time
trying
to
feel
good
about
something,
anything
real.


© M Durfee
1/16/17

6 comments:

  1. You rocked this one. Damn fine work. Evocative

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  2. Hitting hard, today. You got me with the pubic hair.

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  3. Again you manage to grasp our collective life at its most deceptive and elusive--where living--and dying--is done. Despite its grimness this one has a certain musicality as well. I like "Moon made shadows are not meant to hide/
    but to abet the living done in them..."

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  4. Too many people out there who prefer to believe what they don't see does not affect them. Thank you for your sobering words.

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  5. This is beautiful and brings me deep into reflection about light, shadows and darkness. I cling to a seed of hope in times of conspiracy.

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  6. I try hard to not make promises I can't keep. xo

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