Post by mfwilkie on Jan 27, 2009 19:13:58 GMT -5
hunger for laughter
found them all of a place—
beneath a stand of long-
leafed loblolly pines
in a simple Georgia town
whose night concerts were
the vocalizations of tree frogs
up against the thunder of a
train that splits the city in two.
some friends let delusions
of smoke have at their worries,
the salt-licked rims of Latin ladies,
the spoken art of tree
frogs, the not-so-subtle
swooning of a warm wind out of season.
It was the expect-
ations of time that pulled
them away. Pulled them
apart.
hunger for laughter
held them in place—
they shared the delusion
of smoke-cures for worries
over salt-licked rims of Latin
ladies and let silence reach
for threads of relief in words
from their familiars; a silence
that leached itself to paper.
Only the impatience of time
would chase them from berths
beneath long-leafed loblolly pines
that swooned in the arms of the wind.
Revision/new title
found them all of a place—
beneath a stand of long-
leafed loblolly pines
in a simple Georgia town
whose night concerts were
the vocalizations of tree frogs
up against the thunder of a
train that splits the city in two.
some friends let delusions
of smoke have at their worries,
the salt-licked rims of Latin ladies,
the spoken art of tree
frogs, the not-so-subtle
swooning of a warm wind out of season.
It was the expect-
ations of time that pulled
them away. Pulled them
apart.
hunger for laughter
held them in place—
they shared the delusion
of smoke-cures for worries
over salt-licked rims of Latin
ladies and let silence reach
for threads of relief in words
from their familiars; a silence
that leached itself to paper.
Only the impatience of time
would chase them from berths
beneath long-leafed loblolly pines
that swooned in the arms of the wind.
Revision/new title
