Don'T Walk

Don’t Walk 


It is always on the other side
Head between the traffic
Where you catch the glimpses
Other side where pavement has the greener edges

Never step on
Or tread between the cracks

Not that the harsh air doesn’t push
Soft iron nail pressed with a thumb
Till the outer layer on a cardboard tack
Yields with its paper ripped 
Dumb

The hollow surfaces eat from within
Naked satisfaction slithers away
To its masked grimace 
Hidden inside the little red flash man

Don’t walk

Never step on the cracks
Or tread between

There is no such thing as mercy

Crossing is illusory
No other side this side as far away as it can be
Its touch a blank advert
A myths depravity
Calling from its chained
Erosion of blood

No memory

No memory of the skin thick nail
Driven into those gagging throats
But like passers-by
There it chokes
Now never seen on the other side
The other side
Where lives rescind their isolation
Without undamaged conscience


Head between the traffic
 
Never tread on the cracks
Or step between

Don’t walk
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Winter Avatar
June 9, 2009 at 9:23 AM
Hey Colin, how are ya? Trying to get back into the swing of things. Going to read this again, but I am getting the gist even with my head still a bit foggy. Some might say that is always the case...but, neh : ). So, did this poem come into your head while stopped at a red crossing light? Incredible metaphors here. Still wow me with your poetry. Still waiting for your book. Hugs to you, Shar xoxo
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June 8, 2009 at 3:14 PM
i always walked on the others side today i never tread lightly you got mail
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