Tonight's Poet Corner: Glow
Glow
by Belinda Roddie
After scratching binary code in
exam scores, I found myself on my back,
reading The Sun Also Rises with a wine thirst
and a need for a brief, temporary respite,
as the sky was dipped in the honeycomb sunset
so a golden, sticky blemish coated my hands.
I clutched the book tighter and tighter
with each page, realizing all too well
that I was skimming, and the faces of expatriates
steadily blurred, and the charging bulls lost
their horns in the glow of speeding colors,
victim to a mind's flurry, propped up by wires
spitting bronze fire into my eyes
so that they burned, and the text,
like it always did, became more of a menace
than an entertainment.
by Belinda Roddie
After scratching binary code in
exam scores, I found myself on my back,
reading The Sun Also Rises with a wine thirst
and a need for a brief, temporary respite,
as the sky was dipped in the honeycomb sunset
so a golden, sticky blemish coated my hands.
I clutched the book tighter and tighter
with each page, realizing all too well
that I was skimming, and the faces of expatriates
steadily blurred, and the charging bulls lost
their horns in the glow of speeding colors,
victim to a mind's flurry, propped up by wires
spitting bronze fire into my eyes
so that they burned, and the text,
like it always did, became more of a menace
than an entertainment.
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