Gang of five raccoons
looting neighborhood garbage
in the lamp-lit street
“The fans in the stands
of the team that just lost look
like peed-upon plants”
The cat steps outside
and scrutinizes the world
through its little nose
*
The complications
of these electrical wires
under empty skies
What haunts a house worse
than the heavy tick-tock of
a grandfather clock?
I bother a bug
so I can watch it scurry—
why not let it be?
*
Early evening train—
man staring blankly into
newspaper comics
Plotting and planning
amidst the calm ripe stillness
of a green garden
Dim subway platform—
sudden glint of a wristwatch
on a man who waits
*
Off work, on a train—
an entire car to myself
one sunny Friday
Crisp autumn evening—
warm sweet smell of soap floating
from a laundromat
Swimming like a smile
in autumn skies before dawn—
silver slash of moon
*
For Hazel Dickens:
After the party—
apartment full of phantoms
and leftover wine
Early autumn— I’m not
ready for dark heavy pants
yet, I tell myself
Get up. Work all day.
Go home. Eat and dance and play
guitar and sing! Then sleep.
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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