Home Bitter Poems from innocence

from innocence

csroh memory
childhood illusion
behind what synapse
the aroma of smoldering autumn fire
suburban side roads
softly gauzed in smoky light
children’s saturday voices
rising from yards
family raked
weekend chored to
the status quo

piles of leaves
huffed to curbs
set aflame

images2BMHHAVHblock after block
whole towns aligned
in stretched out tended pyres
exuding fragrant incense
careful drive-by cars
and older kids on bikes
were lost amidst
enveloped in mystery
passing altars of maple
oak and ash

imagesYRZ5U80F my father’s face
angular, unlined
srtark in fading daylight
smoking a cigarette
with his drop-by buddy John Podesta
best friend from one street over
both palming sunset beers

none of us aware
either one of them
would make It past
middlle age…
emphysema
alcohol’s harsh moraine

yet
in that  conflated
pivot of recall
for some unfathomable reason
they both stand their ground
edging into darkness
going on and on
ranting like madmen
at the world I knew
too little about…
cursing life

and laughing.

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BY NEIL BROSNAN: from innocence 

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