Okay Lost

The moon grows antlers and stops wearing clothes.

All gives way to the vast x of space and time.

The cost, a penniless bird invisible in the veins,

Nudges for wingspan, like standing close to a passing train.

The cities of the Midwest are wild with the loneliness of the cosmos.

A penciled in whereabouts for a heart.

Synapses like the appetite of electric shoelaces…dizzy and untied.

The heart leaps grave canyons neighing stars. Only the ridiculous will survive.

Okay lost. Okay peanut butter and dusk sandwiches. Okay angels stole my socks.

14 thoughts on “Okay Lost

  1. Bob strikes again! I know I’m repeating myself but what you are able to create in one sentence is absolutely astonishing. Being from the midwest, I was, of course, drawn to – “The cities of the Midwest are wild with the loneliness of the cosmos.” Immediately reminds me of the spooky stillness of walking home through dark suburban streets, safe as can be as in no gangs or gunshots, but very lonely.

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      1. In our village, there were stretches of no street lights and then suddenly, in the distance, we could see the lit up 7/11 and all the miracles that waited for us…..candy bars when were kids and then cigarettes and then rolling papers and lottery tickets, cigars. I don’t think it sold beer or booze or porno magazines. Oh well, no place is perfect.

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  2. I absolutely love this whole poem. Especially from:

    “A pencilled in whereabouts for a heart” to the synapses line to:

    “The heart leaps grave canyons neighing stars. Only the ridiculous will survive.”

    Adore this! Right down to your socks.

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