Friday, 24 April 2009

Working Life by Howard Good

My mouth flooded with blood
once I reached the age of reason.
Peacocks I never saw
shrieked at night in the trees.
I set my alarm for six.
In the morning my life was
right where I had left it.
I muttered to myself.
She grabbed a steno pad
and started making notes.
Women in face masks
stood at long tables
sorting pieces of the wreckage.

Howie Good, New York, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

Howie Good (, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of four poetry chapbooks, Death of the Frog Prince (2004) and Heartland (2007) from FootHills Publishing, Strangers & Angels (2007) from Scintillating Publications, and the forthcoming The News at 11 from Right Hand Pointing.

mand said...

Luvvit, esp 'In the morning my life was / right where I had left it.' Thanx!

LA Nickers said...

Striking phrasings - I agree with MAND.


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