Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Waiting For Zero

I love that ‘lessness’
like now when its
less than flashing
the scarlet
already struck
tell me where
is the neon
life of the
closest bar

oh, there you are
scarlet and whiskey
my two favorite shades
blown and streeted
in sheets of rain
impaled to the pavement

is that less
than a flashing field
of poppies floored in
traffic glued to red
waiting for

the turn
the change
the night

and the point
nine, nine, nine
is making
at the pump

three faces
three gods
one life

a space
that dreams

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Waiting For Zero stephanie pope
Matter & Beauty Poetry Series