one-story house by DB COX
rotting & rundown
sits like the corrupted
centerpiece
of a dying neighborhood
staring—
eye-like windows
front door
torn away—gaping
like an open mouth
with nothing to say
murky hallways
always half-lit
by the yellow glow
of glass pipes
where only those
in-the-know
can decode the lexicon
spray-painted along
fractured walls
low-slung autos
crawl the avenue
injecting sub-sonic
bass lines
into the twilight—
bad-ass backing track
for well-strapped gangs
banging both sides
of the block
settling old scores
over scars as cold
as a stainless steel
freezer door
at the city morgue
nightly play of d.o.a.
where no one
gets a curtain call
revolving
blue-light reflections
caught in the glass
of one-story windows
on the street
where the lost
keep house
February 10, 2010 at 9:49 am
Best poem I’ve read by Cox…some great lines…nice ending…
February 10, 2010 at 9:57 am
Fine piece of work here, my friend.
February 11, 2010 at 11:40 am
Very nice.
February 11, 2010 at 12:22 pm
thanks to all for reading and commenting
February 12, 2010 at 8:42 pm
donie. great one bud.
hope all is well.
fn
February 13, 2010 at 10:19 pm
hey fred,
rollin’ like a wheel