Blue Skies Over Babylon: Hurricane Within My Heart
Blue skies over Babylon
and a howling concrete wilderness without my ear.
the burning sidewalk, fierce-burnt signs
direct the play and name the motion
controlling monsters and machines.
the brakes and engines dull the day
and diesel-brickface slaps my seven senses.
while all hang weakly
my heart and face below the limb.
Hurricane in my Heart
it’s still cool here. and afterward,
like soft grey rain upon a silent beach.
the flat grey slabs, unmoved are stretching
perfectly along the world’s back
as far as left from right,
lining perfectly the minute spine of living.
still. and still I’m seated. hanging.
there’s no change here, except the color of the wind.
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