temptation from the edge of some crazy cliff
opening my eyes to see
beneath a City of fallen Angels
sacred pyramidal monuments
crumbling in corrosion painted with streaks
by fallen rain
city i am from filth i take part of
polluted air breath of life
stand here and plea fallen on my knees
like fire from the sky of sulfur
rain
and i rise
dense smog rising higher higher
smoke from a furnace devouring the sky
what do i gain if i throw myself in
what if i am afraid to turn around
to glance back
for fear of turning to salt fear of Leviathan
within the tombs
footing loose and insecure
as if standing upon a church steeple
if i were to take a step forward
would your citizens rush to my rescue
would they exalt me
or do i fall
looking down upon
City of Brotherly Love
witnessing end results of reciprocal altruism
manifestations of knowledge undeserved
revealing Leviathan who lurks among them
traffic congested overflow of sewage reeking
poor engineering failed design
in trepidation to glance behind
fearing Legion in persuit of me
hands of Nod rise from the earth
cries from the ground in crimson sorrow
the rain leaving saline trails
at the corner of your eyes my lips
do i cast this white stone in hand
can i hold long enough hold to you long enough
to stand
join them in anthem when the arrive here
or do i fall
in the far distance
Twin Cities identical
which my shadow stretches over
my image reflected in glass buildings
as in a mirror
you lie in low depression
i standing here above you
casting over you a Valley of Shadows
from a mountain looking down 40 days 40 nights
the world goes without you in carnal activities
of gold
my reflection contorted in severe disillusionment
now the image emerges rising from the shadows
drawing close pulling near
do i wait to see face to face
or do i immerse Myself into the world
by a fall
the wind carries your whispers--
feeling it against the inside of my ear--
from the city of fallen angels
incoherent words i cannot speak
the tongue of your citizens
still clinging to hope they are words long desired
opposition to dissatisfaction thoughts of instinct
spasmodic convulsions of an all or none response
fits of rage, fists clenched in fury and involuntary abdominal
contractions
inducing vomit
calling out in the tongue of men
reply of echo laughing in maniacal hysteria
pulse grows faint as it should at such altitude
locking my knees in order to stand with
feet off the edge of some crazy cliff
with body longing, leaning, lingering
upon possibility of stumbling forward
in vertigo pandemonium
staring into the sun
looking up face cast down
the sky is falling.
the sky is falling!
whispering:
all this i will give you.
Will You meet me here? Will you catch me?
Shall my contemplation linger
upon possibility
of a kiss
or a fall?
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