The Sliding Doors

Posted: April 24, 2012 in Burn Poetry
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Open and shut
steel molars
gnashing on spring air
sucking in april like the bottom of a milkshake
the freshness spills onto the faux-marble floor
my pupils dilate back to focus
swinging
gaze grazing
on the grass that’s greener
a pasteurized pasture
buffering street from sidewalk
 
Open and shut
Midas-tinged
man-tinted
lips parting to inhale
prairie air unsifted from urban corners
smoking Midwest unfiltered
menthol not included

Open and shut
they coast smoothly
miles from the coast
revealing a blacktop beach
smooth-grained obsidian current whisking pickups
and minivans
and SUVS on their way
an undertow of 40 miles per hour
my sandpaper eyes
zoom grainy panoramic
peppered with flecks of http://
from nomadic hours of  web wanderings

Open and shut
the young girl pregnantly pacing
anticipating
her bus’ arrival is there and gone
lobby window-tinted Houdini trick
a rabbit pulling a magician out of the
black hood of her sweatshirt
my eyes fender-bend into the computer screen
skidding to an articially lit silent crash.

Open and shut.

FIN

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Comments
  1. amh says:

    Love this!

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