Chalmers Street

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on November 23, 2008 by O'Dwyer

Tires bobbing in and out of holes in this road

Intersection buzzing

New cars

Old cars

The clink clank of dragging mufflers

Despairing people walk by signs declaring

This is Motor City!

Vagabonds chase after a dime or quarter at a time

Can you hear the tears Chalmers cries?

 

Drugs being passed and stashed

Where you work and children play

Schools and teachers disappearing

Dealers emerging and substituting—

Take the street life, not the book life!

The corner store clerk

Slips unmarked green

With some dirty change

Adding to another addict’s demise

Can you hear the tears Chalmers cries?

 

Another fire

Has claimed its own

For hell has come to Detroit

A long time ago

Half torn down buildings

Mark yesterday

And today

Surrounded by dead trees

Missing grass and gritty dirt

Dilapidated houses

Frown and bow

To passersby

Can you hear the tears Chalmers cries?

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Taboo

Posted in poetry with tags , , on November 23, 2008 by O'Dwyer

I committed murder

And

Suicide

All with one poem

Unconscious in a Confessional

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , on November 23, 2008 by O'Dwyer

A secret life
Breathing
Growing
Living in a poem
Myspace
7 letters till freedom
Reality
7 letters till being
A prisoner in my own war
Falling down the stairs
Of what’s acceptable
Pissy drunk
Liquor called Self
Can’t see the line
Let alone walk it
So don’t expect me to
Say hello
To a different kind of Blue

Sane Asylum

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on November 23, 2008 by O'Dwyer

Straight laced
In a padded room
I sit and cry myself to sleep
Don’t comfort me
Run
This lady sings the blues
No heroin to be found
Yet breaking down
Standing on tip toes
But still touching the ground!!!
Mind floating
Driving me backwards
Toe to heel
Toe to heel
Now
Rearward spinning
No god to take the wheel
Dressed in white
Arms across my chest
Buried in a coffin
Of Sealy’s
Running
North
South
East
Or West
Bouncing back
Without a sound
Boxed in from my best
Can you hear me crying?
Or
Is this room
Completely
Soundproof too?

Coffee

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on November 23, 2008 by O'Dwyer

Coffee Mug Stains 3

Plenty of smears upon my desk
Linked together
In a crazy fashion
A couple so dark…
Telltale signs of a couple dark days
Slammed down foam cups
Full
Piping hot and rough—
No cream, no sugar
Then there are the others
Variations of brightness
Speaking of happier times
Rings from sugary, overfilled mugs
Or the result of rushing—
My eagerness dripping near my keyboard
And I am awake
Regardless of circumstances
Never with enough time
To wipe away my mood rings

Sad Coffee Stain Isolated on a Pure White Background

This poem is dedicated to my soul sister, Joan!!!  😀

End of…

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on November 23, 2008 by O'Dwyer

I learned the true meaning of freedom

I thought long and hard about it

Feeling that it’s time

To set you aside

Crying

Terror reigns here

I JUST WANNA BE FREE

Even if that means the end of you

And the beginning of me

Am I?

Posted in poetry with tags , , on November 23, 2008 by O'Dwyer

Am I
Living too much in the past
When I ask
Why you didn’t want me?

Am I
Not acting my age and stage
Being a child
Because I am curious about your face?

Am I
Fooling into believing
Hopelessly deceiving
Myself?
Thinking one day
Before you die
You would answer
My question, “Why?”