Monday, March 23, 2009

OPENING LINE

by Daniel Kerwick


the morning light's
an easy one

the moon

water

or sillouette of lover disappears
into bathroom half awake
in the soft clutter
of a reluctant monday

in certain boroughs the light
reflects indignities and celebrations
proportionately as if one a cipher
the other serendipitous

no time for the ink to dry
the naming continues
silence chaotic with words

the morning lights a bastard
blind alley
next line expunged
exiled to the optimists

if pages scattered for the hungry
if breath stopped
would it surprise you

the lover brushes his/her teeth
today a gathering smiles
realism magic

not till death takes the organ grinder
by the keys is it time to move on

one man says music
at the heart of thinking

the other mute
fading into parchment