FOURTEENTH STREET BLUES ~BY PHILIP BARTRAM
Sammy “Too Smart” curses the nine ball
That rattles in the corner pocket but
Doesn’t fall.
Sammy “Too Smart” curses the nine ball
That rattles in the corner pocket but
Doesn’t fall.
In secret, hearts beat as one,
Longing to be together, under the sun.
She tended to his wounds with gentle care,
A love so strong, yet forbidden to share.
The moon notices a sunflower every day,
watching only the sun.
In the countenance of unlocked winds,
The moth-sustained night withers, and
Chicago, turning from drowsiness,
Across the distance, my heart remains,
Forever tied to yours, through joy and pains.
Don’t lock me in wedlock, I want
marriage, an
encounter —
THE RIDE Night has crushed the earth,And I am held in a carbon fiber handBy polyester belts secured at three points.The quarter moon, in all vagueness,Has come up from the sea and passedOver the sheer stone cliffs. I have climbed into this armor,Wheeled and powered for speed,To ride shielded beneath the entire weightOf night and…
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Grandfather spoke fondly of Ike
In a breath scuffed by the lung-deep