Today's poem is by Derek Mong
Blackout
Little blue bolt on a split wire
shock in the dark, my corrupterof clocks
you quiver once then kindle flames
that lick the bark off evergreens,one's broken bough
unbound you from your artery,
so blow the grid and burn the treetill block by block the dark
will dawn along these gravel roads
and cars crawl home on the harnessof their highbeams. Let the tiki
torches dot the lawns. Let screen doors
swing with laughter and lukewarm beer.Next door
my neighbors cuss the curfew cop,
someone shoots roman candles offtheir roof and cheers.
I'm home, upstairs, stripped to nothing
but my underwear and runningin the dark. My lips part
I plunge towards the emptiness
where a bed should be, its mattressthe net beneath an acrobat
blindfolded, free: my fall is like
the time it takes a match to strikeand singe
the sheets: I am a comet streak
or spark. I will end incomplete.
Copyright © 2007 Derek Mong All rights reserved
from Court Green
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