midnight

by doreen peri

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-01-13 20:13:00

midnight strikes
two hands up scored
touched down like Time itself
had some say in it,
brief, the interruption of parlays
of strung out hearts stepped out upon
the smart day coming once again while
birds sing, stringing rhapsody in chirps
confusing taxi drivers taking wild lost women
astray, and they say there is no way to display
art? each of them a part of the scene,
the mean damn rhythm machine
twisting lines while all are blind,
the street eating up the meat
in a day’s repeat

don’t go out ’til midnight!
there’s futility out there i hear
as i talk to myself after speaking too loud
there are crowds
pushing into themselves
and sometimes god has masks on
pretending to be someone else, they say,
and if that’s so, then how, i’d like to know
can we recognize the way the show
can tilt the lights fantastic?

after midnight
two hands up
greeting morning
ringing, supping java
singing fired up wired up
hearts on stage, open like
the rage of worth!
mirth in winter
a hint
of splintered
frozen glow
angels sometimes
break below the halo
of the moon

sometimes love
come much too soon

12.22.2001