Poem: Closer

Recently published in Offcourse.  See it with two more of my poems here:

http://www.albany.edu/offcourse/

Best To All ... I suppose,

Owl

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Closer

sunset baked the good good citizens, 

a whole valley of them,  

all flavored different the same.

AC’s whirred on coal-bound volts. 

And so the swelter of sublets and let's-not

played on.

all-too-often jetliners 

owned the ambient decibels.

in a corner of the emulsified sky,

astounded and isolated,

a pair of hawks threaded.

after they capered off,

flies in the amphitheaters of the kitchens 

provided drama, 

or the diasporic house spiders,

steadfast in their lank mezzanines.

(no one wanted to notice

the lickspittle obedience of ants,

migrated from scalded dirt

to cooler cornucopian parlors.)

later

sigh sigh sigh

crows whittled the sun away,

tired and cranky

with their switchblade punk wings.

while the azure drained, when the game changed,

Fibonacci throngs of cutpurse caws

congealed to superimpose a whirlpool  

over the effluence of brake lights.

the city wasn’t supposed to be 

this trudging phlegm of cars.

this assembly line of tired faces 

hung inside frames like cyborg portraits.

orange, grim, and cherry glows,

sunset's last triumph,

splashed across the lack-of-smiles,

right through the blinkered spectacles

and the windshield blinders.

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"Closer" ... rhymes with poser.

(poem edited since pub)

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