minus the popcorn, but still

7 May

as sleeping pill sun creeps up,
a blue canvass gives way to
bruised rib cage sky.

squirrels leap in knievel bounds,
the air show of crow seagull carries on
as barn doors fly open
in preparation for
a trespass sleep in the graveyard
just an inner mission.

5 Responses to “minus the popcorn, but still”

  1. Momina Mela May 7, 2013 at 2:59 pm #

    the first line itself took my breath away. this is so amazing, I am in awe

    • Steve May 7, 2013 at 10:05 pm #

      glad to hear Momina!!
      a most appreciated and unexpected comment.
      let’s hope for a double feature.

  2. kvennarad May 8, 2013 at 5:18 am #

    “knievel bounds” – oh man!

  3. W.k. kortas May 15, 2013 at 1:25 pm #

    I agree that “knievel bounds” is just a marvelous phrase–there’s a great deal of imagery in those two little words. This piece has a stream-of-consciousness feel to it, but there’s no rambling, no aimlessness; there’s a certain tightness that belies the form. Strong piece of work.

    • Steve May 15, 2013 at 2:13 pm #

      thanks for the feedback W.k., but agreeing with kvennarad aka Marie? She’s a cricket junky.
      i’m only kidding and hope she makes her way like i did to your poetry via william miller.

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