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crackle of stars [re-posted]
by Bruce W Niedt
in a falling-down apartment
an incubator of sorts
pressurized air
six lambs and no nest egg
we talk about making the trunk of a tree
and holding onto it feverishly
we are tied up in the notion
that we are the ones denied
in all this hubbub
rapid-fire shots to the torso
the other organs to follow
bullet-ridden fish tank
trash bin set on fire
large chunks of tissue
then another shot
checking scores
we are people in the mix
statistically irrelevant
wildly unsuitable
turning up late everywhere
we don’t have much time for music
how lucky then
after this nervous life
and nights of rain
to take wire cutters
through a chain-link fence
and seed the scaffolding of sky
so gold stars replace the blue
a multitude of crackle
a blast of stars from the ground up
it’s that weightlessness
a dream’s foundation
on which we make our wills 05/25/2008 Author's Note: [A "found poem" using several print sources - first published in Flutter, June 2007]
Posted on 05/26/2008
Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/27/08 at 03:51 PM Wow! I was wondering where this was coming from, as it didn't fit any of your previous styles or experiences, and then I read the Author's Note. Quite the eclectic well fitting poem sir. Powerful ending too. |
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