JOSHUA LEON

Selected Poems

II (UNTITLED)

 

There is a blaze in the site of my identity

I was wearing its flag casually, yet,

it burns beyond

beyond my reality

and in this mild sense of aggravation

the static merely rising,

 

a bus, going by -

a bus,            going,             by -

leaving us in a state of denial, my, my, my

hand shaking in the seat of my pocket

stuttering

I,

I,

I,

have not words

 

Seated in a frightened state

still

the darkened shade, dark, overhead

the songs

lost .... lost

my confidence taking

many knocks

 

 

                                    [catching the radio,

                                     random tuning, into

                                     voice after voice, she

                                     sings, I feel blood, take

                                     after me, take after me]

 

 

the layers of my neck rise

in the moment your sight flickered

into focus

since last sight

not quelled

in my appeal

falling, as you do

from the cast iron frame

to cold concrete

nestled in the recovery position, at last.

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