By J.J. Tindall
Sixteen Movies Ago
Sixteen movies ago
I was heavy with greed.
Had a sextet
Of moods, generally.
Weeping at orbs.
Clowning with trees.
Seven movies ago
I was peering
At the labyrinth
Of the CTA map
Above every electric train door.
Heavy with greed,
As I say.
Documents in the darkness
Heavy with grief,
Heart distended
Like a bay window
Over the boulevard.
Eleven mornings ago
I meditated to dawn,
A teetering
Faun, vulnerable
In the daylight,
Blessed by darkness.
Wet leaves, dry gourds,
Shrouds; hood ornaments
Fashioned after clouds;
Burnt-orange lamplight
Incumbent, reminiscent
Of candle-glow,
Every shadow
A god of light.
Eleven movies ago
I heard a god.
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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
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Posted on October 22, 2014