6.12.09

[entrance to a school]

black stiff fabric
humid, rainy with
multi-colored
yellow,
blue,
pink.
f l e s h plastic.

can't see over
down is trafffic,
is trees.

stuck on a neoclassical stoop.
waiting on a way out, really.

take a couple with you.
be the first one out.
don't let the sticky stick you.

burn of polymer:
you smell a fake!

a fake willing to be so.
at least with a function,
a manufactured utilitas.

_________________
[reprise]

a door creeks and makes your cramped situation worse.
you don't feel it yet, but it's coming.
packed like atoms.
different than in rooms.
so close to outside.
(outside, in fact)
but the rain makes a curtain
a dressing screen.
you won't go out there.
until your momma comes to pick you up.

2 comments:

mooresy said...

"packed like atoms.
different than in rooms."

this is good, Dylan.

VA said...

momma. i want to write a poem that doesn't suck.