Saturday, May 17, 2014

Richard Schnap- Two Poems


In the cobwebbed coffin of my closet
Are things I can’t throw away

Cards from deceased relatives
Shirts edged with ragged hems

Stereos whose songs found new owners
Magazines that went out of print

Board games with missing pieces
Letters from long-lost friends

And I always intend to clean it
But something inside me says No

As if it’s the story of someone
I don’t have the heart to forget


In the morning he awoke
To a world as black
As a priest giving last rites

But by evening it became
As white as a nurse
Drawing poison from his heart

And in between he wandered
Down streets paved with dust
Under a slate grey sky

Burdened by the weight
Of ashen memories
And leaden dreams

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