Poetry – Page 9 – Robert On The Air

January Six

Is it Doomsday already?I bare recall the blushof 1920-30-40-68when so manymillions spat their hate. Is it Doomsday already?Gilded Maseratis moveto crush the crowd,splashing sin’s earned wagesall about… Is it Doomsday already?Will lovers lose againthe bright blue worldas flags and improprietiesunfurl?

A Photograph of St. Aubin Street, July Twelfth, Nine-thirty P.M.

Everything the camera can see, it doesn’t showabout this ordinary street that wasn’t quieta couple hours ago.In foreground, one door hangs from a last hinge,another sprawls on the front porch floor,echoing that hearts were singedeither by love’s impromptu riotor shattered in methodical warover that smashed-to-bits radio. On the lawn’s barren husk,up against commerce’s concrete wall,withContinue reading “A Photograph of St. Aubin Street, July Twelfth, Nine-thirty P.M.”