Guest Poet
Audrey Griffin
by Audrey Griffin
From the maze
Of blue and silver
tile,
Where fights were a
farce,
A few swings meant
nothing
As long as people
saw.
Excuses and reasons
Went hand in hand.
How they saw, it
was.
Locked in a room
with a
Broken phonograph,
Skipping on the
Barber of Seville,
Now comes the land
of free will
Colors of souls old
and new
Apathy is an
unknown virtue
What is good is
what stays
Parting won’t be
sorrow, but
The echo from the
gunshot never fired
Will always be
barking at my heels.
Are ivy walls a
comfort?
Or will chain link
metal do?
The only green I’ve
seen
Was collected under
stairwells
Not for beauty or
for share
But do brighter
minds mean brighter eyes
With
hungry hands to match?
The lust for best
Was never my cup of
tea
Sewage pipes, ghost
stories
False alarm fire
Are they myths in
the land of bright?
Shall I be a
scallop in the sea
Or
an El Dorado?
My city,
I was once a king,
Ruling underground
The equals of stars
The equal of moss
Lichens on a well
A wraith was I,
And beetles were
the rest
Galloping off a
cliff
And I pray the
waves
Will be kind, at
least,
To
me.
Copyright 2012
Audrey Griffin