Thursday, August 12, 2010

AFRAID

WWP#14 afraid


AFRAID


sadness leaking through the windows
of the broken down limo
ladies sleeping in the top down cars
with lipstick-stained cheeks
strung out junkies fixing
the flat tires blown
dime store winos
singing in harmony with Blind Willie
the mentally ill
looking at the city through rear view mirrors
their lost chess games never played
burnt out pennies never gambled
afraid to be alone

8 comments:

flaubert said...

Wayne you have captured such a sadness here
and it is heartbreaking.
Well said!
Pamela

gautami tripathy said...

I don't know what to say..

tumbled thoughts in a silver tumbler

Just Me said...

Wow! I loved this and the last line summed it up for me. Isn't that what most of us are truly afraid of, being alone? Thanks for sharing this amazing poem. I will most definitely be reading more.

~Kristie (Just Me)

PS: thanks for visiting my blog.

Paul Oakley said...

Love this Wayne! You always do wonderful things with desolation and dissipation. Make them so concrete. This poem grabs right from the start with an image at once in the real world and, then, invaded by the abstract:

"sadness leaking through the windows
of the broken down limo
"

Nicely done!

Anonymous said...

however miserable it might be, or might look, it's better than being alone.
Wonderful choice of images.

Anonymous said...

Wayne, your social commentary rocks!

brenda w said...

I agree with Irene, this is great social commentary, and moving poetry, too. Well done, Wayne!

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