Monday, April 20, 2015

NEW! Poem by Michael Odom

Michael Odom


There are no songs, no cars, no dogs barking, 
No talk. No rock can hit on rock 
Without these words ringing out,
And no words are spoken to hear this vow.
White forever means your dress
Descending the aisle, a diving bell 
In my oceanic blur of a world.
Our home is nothing fire can burn
Or poverty dissolve, time ruin. 
War & Plaque & Death ride by
Outside in their thundering city.
Our city exists in bed before breakfast, 
As rumpled streets, avenue bustling,

The population, two. 

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