Fall
2005
~mountains
(falling)~
~without
hope, without anger~
Flight of Fancy by Alex Nodopaka 2005
mountains
(falling)
and we had found god in the ashes of
someone else's century
and the freeways went nowhere
we drove for sixteen hours
then fucked at the edge of the ocean
and the animals there were
all dead
the sky was a
bottomless iridescent blue and
the water thick with tar and
the plane never had a chance
hit the water less than
two miles from shore and
none of your prayers mattered
not all of the bodies were found
i asked you your name but
didn't hear your answer
~
without hope, without anger
or a sky filled with light but
no color and
these houses pressed flatly against it
these ghosts with their gods
these streets with their bitter waves of silence
and what i remember is
a chalk white room and the idea of
beauty being destroyed
what i remember is
how young i was
the excuses i made
running away from the pain i caused
until my world was reduced to
dead ends and pale-blue corners
and i believe in july like i
believe in august and then i
wake up on a sunday morning in september
to the sound of buildings collapsing
i wake up hungover and alone
and waiting for
the news of cobain's death
waiting for faith in any form
my hands always open like the
mouths of starving dogs
poem
copyright 2005
John
Sweet
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