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Wrong Side of the Road (An Autumn Poem) by Andrew Galan

April 1, 2012 Contributed By: Andrew Galan

Silver escalator going up, red struck stick going down
seized ebon ink trip stair, stainless dimples on fire,
arch ossified glide and anatomy something done;
pass Stygian sartorial Spock going down
to the wrong side of the road.

Caught on heartless rivet cheek, burnt by phosphorous trace grain
over toecap thread — stand hard going up.
Lost side-ways ‘bye smile fix over beaten steel step,
tread narrow lift chunk chain — ride ridge going up
gloom-groove helmets to rim stop.

Break lock if you die, stretch metal march,
glide silent order, if you die grab petrol-rail, statue burns,
wince, trace of rain, wind tunnel escalate;
witch arse elongate travelator
melt red heels click decay.

white thatch fad hosiery to seam button frame
petroleum coals mutter memories wave-arm scarecrow path,
pick a fight between twin rubber crows
going down
pick a fight with mobil’ stair-flight.

Saw a redhead gloat down
follow sand mask tusk push file
Tuvok going down
left still pitch going down,
nail cheek right down to the ground.

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Filed Under: Poetry Posted On: April 1, 2012

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