Reflections--stopped at an intersection and, again, dealing with horrific lifestances

Starbacked

Starbacked night, coffee-drunk sky,
rows of cars meet
at the red orb,
anonymous

a lone skateboarder foot
maneuvers
waiting for the flash to sage green,
his board-wheeler a bill of adding
getting a toehold

from the faceless

hidden in their auto glass
street
fathomless

when all dreams night
into marred perception




connundruming

not dumbing, not plumbed down,
not damn-waiving for godot,
no abstract snare

but rather Transcendent inspired;

no theolgoical smart aleck bolt,
no horrific T.U.L.I.P.S.
of poisonous
calvin's sort

no foreordained inscrutables
no despairing dilemmmas
no fated eternal fire

but
instead that everlasting jolt
of the good, true, and just



--Dan Wilcox

First pub. in poetry magazine,
Clockwise Cat