The Poetry Of..
Kim Rush...............................................................
Before Now
In, used-to-be days I knew
cleanly all that was real and true.
Questions had hard answers
hesitations were removable cancers.
Doubts didn't dare the dance in my mind
there were no problems of that trivial kind.
Life went along
with me singing that "know it all" song.
One day I noticed I was wearing some little guy's clothes
and sitting farther and further back from the important rows.
Slaps of age began to add to that tune's melody
troubling that "know it all" song's harmony.
Realization settled in, and I began to wonder
could it be that I had made a blunder?
Or was it just youth?
Night Walker
I walk alone in the night
listening to the slap-slap of my soles on concrete.
People say not to do this, for you may die.
Scitter-scitter go tiny toe nails on the wear-you-down
surface of the street,
scurrying for refuse around.
Hollow yellow pockets float the corners of the runs.
An occasional red eye hangs apart
blinking in time.
Empty voices muffle through the safe walls,
punctuated
by the beep-beeps of whose world I am in.
After a dark rain the night's alive.
Rubber tires shssss across the streets while wipers swish
clear.
Gas rainbow sifts in the puddles on the street.
My shoes squelch the left overs of the shower and,
careful, the slippery.
Sirens call in the dark
not to draw,
to chase.
They bounce the walls of the tunnels around me.
A voice breaks the night
Careful, you may die.
End of Semester
Empty, stiff chairs sit erratic rows.
Questions, challenges, rare and random epiphanies
echo faintly from the blackboard walls.
Chalk dust of points and ways gently sifts from the troughs.
Quiet, now, holds the empty room;
Memories entangled with stretched and stronger synaptic paths,
the brighter seeds are thrown to the world wind
in hope of more.
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