Kendra Steiner Editions

March 10, 2013

The Gun-Metal Moon, Regal

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 T H E    G U N – M E T A L    M O O N ,   R E G A L

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streetlights     dim

                               city       budget cuts

 

                           an overfed

                               ivory   cat

                                      stiffens   and

                                           arches   its

                                                 back      at

                                               the crest      of

                                                       a     dry         brittle

                                                                 lawn

                                                    as  my  dog   &  i

                                                        pass

 

 

 

                                         sharper  than ever,

                                                   focused,

 

                                            planted amidst

                                                     rows  of clouds

                                    

                                               like  strips of

                                                  streaky  cotton  bacon,

 

                                                        the  gun-metal  moon,

                                                                 regal,

                                                                               stands

 

                                                         a  symbol

                                                   of   all        we  cannot

                                               grasp

                                       or    touch

                                 or   even     approach

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                   oak leaves

                             blown       into  murky

                                                          arkadian   streams

 

                                                                      weighted-down

                                                              slow –        

                                                                            fall

 

 

                                              eventually

                                                   suspended,  unknowing,

                                       in  the  sediment

 

 

 

                              no entries in

                                 the checkbook

                                       for the last   twelve

                                                purchases

                                            afraid  of  what

                                                      the  balance  might

                                                                      be

 

 

                              stubborn,     we

                                             seize  and  inspect

                                                     fabulous  shadows

                                                               talking them up

                                                           running them down

 

 

 

                                        storms from the east,

                                                                                  pass  by !!

          

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squirrels  walk  the perimeter

                                       fences

 

                           car salesmen   and   grocery-store

                                    shelf-stockers

 

                                  have  one  more   brewski

                                           before the game,

                                                            whatever  game

 

 

                                   someone  in  a garage

                                            on  the other-side of

                                                    the  alley,    of   the

                                                             kudzu  curtain

 

                                             about  a  block

                                                   away

 

                                      wrestles  with  the

                                           basslines  of

                                           obsolescent  Wire  and

                                                  Buzzcocks   and

                                                      Thee Fourgiven  tunes

 

                                                 but  with  time       and

                                                      with    perspective

                                                          he’ll    master  them

                                                           and transcend them

                                                       and  lock  arms

                                                  with  comrades  past

                                               and  future

 

                              before        once  again           losing

                          himself                and   finding

                     balance

              in     the   crowd

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running

                   away  from

 

                                         the alert

                                           blindness

 

                                                 of  dreams

 

 

                                                 neither

                                                 casual

                                                      nor  gracious

 

 

                                                    watching  ourselves

                                                        functioning

 

                                                    as imposters

 

                                              skulking

                                     around corners

                                  and  down

                         dampened  hallways

 

 

                                                  in some alternate

                                              place  of  sweet ’n’ sour

                                                               greys

 

 

                         valet-parking

                               the cars of

                                        republican felons

 

                                in  a  world

                            we   never

                                     made

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gasoline-powered

 

                    men  in  sports-

                           logo    t-shirts

                                  blow  leaves

 

                                  from  their

                           front  lawns

                      into the gutter

 

 

             before  the mail arrives

 

 

                                              on  saturday  afternoon

                                              in  south  texas

                                              between the interstate

                                              and the air-force base

 

 

 

                        don’t  you

                                  leaves  dare

                                      decompose on

                                              MY  lawn,

                                       they  declare

                                  to  themselves

                             with   a   sense

 

 

                             of  accomplishment

 

 

                                         if you’re   in the gutter

                                                you’re  no longer     MY

                                                        responsibility

                                  

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