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Breakfast With Nine Black Alps
by Dan KastenDrop what’s in your hands
the bones you’ve collected have details you didn’t anticipate
“prison doors sound like wedding bells
as you ask for change at the wishing well.”
what moral compass
who the patient zero
of fireworks and discovering Auschwitz for the first time
shivering under a bridge in a cold rain
this is a portrait of your finest hour
framed by a chilly November morning
as the sun breaks through the Youngstown fog
while a lady wearing trash bags as shoes is seen reading
letters written the previous night under the glow of a streetlamp.
11/07/2009 Author's Note: Quote courtesy of Nine Black Alps, a great indie band from Manchester.
Another year, another relationship failed. Who would've known any of this going in...
And, yes, this is the second poem in one week. I am seriously behind in writing for book #5, and still looking for a title. Any and all suggestions welcomed. Dan
Posted on 11/08/2009
Copyright © 2025 Dan Kasten
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/08/09 at 06:49 PM A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of objective perception and thought. But, with souls we see the world around us in contrasting images, parallel, cynical, and almost always satirical...enjoyed the read Dan, strong voice here, strong as ever. Thanks. |
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