the city

Sun says we can stay a while
an echo slips through a crevasse
the thunder is their pounding palms
and skin sliding off a dead desert hide
is water over stones after a sudden rain
pillaging the drought with empty quench
but they are there, keeping watch, for Us
taut is our mission, under vast endless Sky
we are, 
nothing but the elements
you see no stone roll off alone
or tarantula run off to some Where
we stay, and scrounge, be-wared
in an unwavering, naked duty
but…we know Giants hover
to snatch us up in pinchers
but it’s always too late
a near-miss; for 
Them or Us

we are safe to-day

it is not your breath
but mist crawling
over a home
of stone

she says, 
what is…
a hearth?
a heart with 
extra padding?

he says, 
you’re
but words
break away
kaleidoscopic
in kisses ‘tween
headlights, neons
and the shadow of
interminable monday

7 thoughts on “the city

  1. he says,
    you’re …
    but words
    break away
    kaleidoscopic
    in kisses ‘tween
    headlights, neons
    and the shadow of
    interminable monday….just love that closure…so atmospheric

  2. I agree. This is gorgeous, especially the ending. It makes me go back to the opening and realize that by “Sun,” you likely mean “Sunday.” With the headlights and dialogue at the end, I picture two people in a car, concluding a date, unhappy about having to go back to real life and work the next day. I presume this was a Sunday afternoon/evening date. It sounds like they are getting romantic in the car while being rained on. I feel like there are two “worlds” here—that of the universe in which we are all very small and insignificant, and that of these two people who are absolutely all that exists in this moment.

    I love what you did with “we are safe to-day” (as opposed to “we are safe to-night“). You’re using “day” as a verb, meaning that no one is safe (in the desert?) at night.

    I get a bit of an alien feel in the first half, like these people feel they’re being watched by unknown creatures, maybe supernatural—perhaps just some paranoia or mental illness.

    Toward the end, she is thoughtful but still sort of joking and then he gets very romantic; she asks what home is, and he says “you are.” But she’s trying to protect herself (extra padding).

    Then they get all “entangled” and the world starts flashing in crazy hallucinogenic colors; I love this part:
    “but words
    break away
    kaleidoscopic
    in kisses ‘tween
    headlights, neons”

    “Neons” makes me think they’re sitting in a parking lot outside a bar or something. So maybe this isn’t so romantic, he’s full of “lines,” and she’s trying not to buy it, knowing full-well it will likely be over by the next day.

  3. wow…nice journey through your words…we know Giants hover
    to snatch us up in pinchers
    but it’s always too late
    a near-miss; for
    Them or Us…caught me right in the middle as that always present stress of the moment, i like the kisses as well caught in the light there in the end…a little more lively monday than i had…smiles.

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