A WayOut
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
- Author
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
A tribute to your friend Stevie. A very discriptive and bold piece. Thank you for sharing.
- Author
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...
Evidently this piece was written remembering Stevie. It was hauntingly beautiful. I really like your poetry! Thanks...
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