The Damned

In Memory of Stevie A

"A Way Out" by gg.zaino

Melancholy,
canyon walls mocking,
newcomers wary.
Off frozen salt waters
blasting an apocryphal landscape,
banshee winds roll scornfully
down Dorrance Street.
At eleven below- they come as damnation bearing down emptiness.

Providence...

Vertical glass, red brick, and stone;
how they withstand
the dispiriting wind,
screaming ferocious,
biting the face while spilling its guts.

Across the plaza
a cobbled menace for the sick ones.
Breath suspended at eye level-
trees stripped,
caverns sealed,
bronze statues bold- unflinching.
Ice-covered grasses brittle,
fractured skies extreme-
blistered...

We;
the huddled ones
the distant ones;
Longing for
awaited spoon liberation,
belt buckle redemption;
an alternative- not a choice.

We shiver a way out
the canyons refusal-
a way home,
out of the Arctic- withstanding.
To briefly soar- escape...
While Stevie dies
on a soiled linoleum floor...

gg.zaino 3/12/17

Comments

greg g zaino (author) from L'America- Big Pine Key, Florida on March 17, 2017:

Thank you, DREAM ON. A hard, desperate life, despite what the mainstream's views on addiction and homelessness.

Thank for your time and comment.

peace- ggz

DREAM ON on March 17, 2017:

A tribute to your friend Stevie. A very discriptive and bold piece. Thank you for sharing.

greg g zaino (author) from L'America- Big Pine Key, Florida on March 16, 2017:

Yes, Ruby, a eulogy of sorts.

Thank you for your time reading all 3 of these new pieces.

It has been quite a while since you and I have talked to one another.

Peace my friend...

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on March 13, 2017:

Evidently this piece was written remembering Stevie. It was hauntingly beautiful. I really like your poetry! Thanks...