Posted: 11/16/2011 in house of change, house of weather

i found a letter

on the ripped brown seat of a yellow taxi

in the rainy hour before dawn.

i told the driver i was sick,

said i’d walk,

found the curb a mile high.

there was no one around,

i’d lost my keys,

fuck this, I said, oh

fuck this, fuck it,

the night is so long.

i looked at the letter

addressed to someone else,

and opened the folded pink pages

as if i were better than me.

it said “if you’re reading this”

and went on lingeringly…

but it was written faint, so faint,

and i could hardly stand to see.

  1. hedgewitch says:

    Cold and moody as that hour before dawn when they say its darkest–perfect Morrison-esque tune to go with it, too.Sometimes the real is just too much.

  2. Mama Zen says:

    I really like this. I could feel the cold, the rain.

  3. ayala says:

    in the rainy hour before dawn…..I can feel the cold and the mood, nice.

  4. dani says:

    i always read your poetry as lyrics… a blues saxophone wailing in the distance. this is one of your best!

    love the Jeff Buckley song, too. his version of “Hallelujah” is something i often listen to while writing. ♥

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