s i r e n s

October 14, 2010

even  after  all

is it that listening in   isn’t enough

they turn tough &  pull all the payphones

i doubt we can even call out

the manhandle on us men will

grip  tighter

we’ll all ought slip  nights towards dreams

stretched taut against sheets   sketching

necessary  escape  schemes


they stole my books, & took once again  one word

i told.  sure  i conjured   “sirens”

i scrawled the word more occasions

than the rest   this word

made them guess emergencies would emerge

made them best observe me hard

somewhat  common knowledge boasts

some words  have two tones   most


so when  Sirens  call out..when  they…


then they pulled out all payphones


4 Responses to “s i r e n s”

  1. Editrix said

    There’s a great sense of tension and oppression in this poem. Even the sparseness of the language implies desperation, like words whispered among co-conspirators in the dark. It’s edgy and beautiful.

  2. Morganna said

    A powerful and frightening poem.

  3. thanx for looking in, Morganna, and for yr comment

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