By J.J. Tindall
Black and Blue
One black morning
the ordinary returned.
Savings and career
obliterated;
inundated, enervated by
cheap, trite platitudes
to counting blessings
and “staying positive;”
insistent on owning
my righteous rage
(the only route I know
to letting it go).
The life of the legs
pickled in lead,
iron gills wheeze
and knock against the chill
dread. Blind sills brawn
with brittle damp,
empty trees
gaze like fools
caught in the windless
dawn. Beetles lurch
and spiders
softly hiss.
The blue sun stumbles
upon the haughty black.
Spies in shirts, knaves in shoes
and the ash
into which all collapses
return. Ordinary terror
resumes.
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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More Tindall:
* Chicagoetry: The Book
* Ready To Rock: The Music
* Kindled Tindall: The Novel
Posted on January 2, 2012