Is This It
dull rain soaks sun withered
grass rat sniffs candy abandoned
on broken pavement downtown
no one notices the elderly
spellcaster in blue wool coat
goggle spectacles black
knit cap bearing sign
offering work for something
like a meal dark urban chant
of fierce grubby touching
mixing with car alarm
blasting my skull
a cauldron for disappointment
and cold queasy throb
my sheets damp and sour
mirror forever vicious
and unforgiven i cautiously
adore your earjugs bristling
chin with delicate lips
and you sneer and the moon
sinks into endless
ocean of black dragging
along the stars
and me
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Christopher Soden is a queer American male poet who often uses poetry to explore the nature of shared virility among men. His writing has been published in Rattle, Cortland Review, Eleven Eleven, Chelsea Station and The Gay & Lesbian Review.
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