Poets | Bookstore | Poem of the Day | Top 40 | Search | Comments | Privacy
July 28th, 2014 - we have 234 poets, 8,025 poems and 115,441 comments.
Chris Forhan - Last Words

The night sky's a black stretch limo, boss in the back
behind tinted glass. You could say that.

Down here's a dungeon, up there's the glittering
ring of keys in the sentry's fist. The self

exists. Beauty too. But they're elsewhere.
You could say that. Or not speak till commanded to.

Dawn, alone on the porch, I watch
the one map unfold and flatten before meó

same toppled TV antenna in the berry vines,
same cardinal, bright wound in the pasture grass.

My wound is my business. I've wearied of it.
From now on, morning will be attended

by its own noises only, evening will approach
without palms in its path. Let the horses

steam in the field, the sun-struck
river blanch. I'm boarding the troop train.

Share |

Added: Nov 3 2005 | Viewed: 1890 times | Comments and analysis of Last Words by Chris Forhan Comments (0)

Last Words - Comments and Information

Poet: Chris Forhan
Poem: Last Words
There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Last Words, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it.

Poem Info

Forhan Info
Copyright © 2000-2012 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved. Links | Bookstore