Monday, March 7, 2016

Step Outside


There is a man named Steven O'Toole in London
I can see him now as the sun goes down and long shadows rise
The summer’s heat stands on the telephone lines and roof spines
Daring the wind to push it to the cracking pavement
Dare to dance with the other devils
Meet sister in the July sky
Turn to the absence of light, the testimonies of well-laid plans
And dive through the cracks,
A midsummer’s veil over bricks and cement
With all its liquid air in heat, breathing
Filling you restless and drowsy
A teardrop both clinging and falling
Back to the cool river
Take me back to the dreams
It’s just a city
That’s all it is
All your own in its well-laid plans.
But Step Outside
Its just a city, gold, castle ashes and parchment
Somewhere in the city is a man named Steven O'Toole
He looks out the window as the sun goes down and the long shadows rise
And the summer’s heat stands on the telephone wires and roof spines
Daring the wind to push it to the cracking pavement
Curling a finger
Step outside





By J. Adam King

First published on Lulu.com and by Thynks Publishing.

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