VAGRANCIES

the poet writes.  damn the voices.

who should care what they say at this point?

i walk dank avenues

unable to resurrect ghosts.

the failed incantations are stolen

by unruly starlings, no idea

of the content of their thievery.

they open a whole box of Pandoras

in the early morning mist,

& me, like a Keystone Cop.

try to gather them in.

mostly i stumble into garbabge cans.

neighbors curse vagrancy of my dream.
 
 

Kenn Mitchell
© 5:7:98

 

Midi Title:Restless Nights