The following are poems that have been published previously, but worth revisiting here, in lieu of an essay on the mess New York State's government is in and how it's only going to get worse unless we don't have a special election and just get rid of Paterson already.
Wheels, Doors, Memories and Windows
Motion draws attention
And the reaction just can't be helped
Swirling things make you look
Forces you to follow a fixed point sliding through space
A shock of plastic streamers in the wind
Covers your hands as they grip the handlebars
In every sunny day summertime shade
Crimson, aquamarine, canary
The lines flow as the front wheel turns
Up the drive and around the back way
The way that's lined with the old shrubs
The ones that smell like turpentine in the night rain
And charred ashes in the heat of the day
Just past the worn down welcome mat
A screen door swings wide for you
Just as it always has
In the cool quiet
As rainwater rushes through the gutters
And the house settles deeper onto its foundation
The rafters creaking like the old bones they are
Wind rattles the upstairs shutters
And briny mist fills your nostrils
The memories come flooding back
The lightning…
Crack of thunder
Gray skies eat themselves up and burn themselves black
Clouds shift as the sun streams through
The air clears and everything becomes electric
Charged with sad silences and quiet breakdowns
You throw open the windows to let the southerly breezes do their work.
7 april 2003
With Only Myself in Mind
Pinpoint accuracy,
Peace with honor,
Death warrant,
Stolen kisses…
Book of life,
Holy writ,
Mortgage agreement,
Satisfaction guaranteed…
The strength of ten men,
Margin of error,
Mistaken identity,
Funhouse mirror…
Rising tide,
Alternating current,
The happy medium,
Poor but happy,
One’s true self…
Glory rising morning time,
Dream veil lifting,
Desire made flesh, manifest, unleashed,
Justice is served.
End. Rev2
© David Mark Speer
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