Poetry By
K. P. Anderson
Published on: 11/8/2010
Revenant
If I'd had a different start I might've turned out quiet Wandering the halls with a soft pace Indeterminate from the house settling Down into its cracks Watching my charge from the edge of her bed Her hair scattered across her temple I might've reached my hand to touch her breath Smoothing her dreams with gentle vigilance But I am as I was forged Shadow-imbued, I howl and howl And no one sleeps
Published on: 11/8/2010
Adult Literacy Class at the READ Institute, Chesterfield Technical Center Cafeteria, 8:30 pm
It's about time For the garage door to open Signaling my children to scramble For the remote and scurry to Their schoolbooks They bow their heads to their texts And listen for my wife's soles Ripping stickily across kitchen linoleum Her feet are sore as she brings them Their dinner in a grease-spotted bag When I get home I will eat Congealed hamburger And climb coldly into bed My head still beating with jumbled words Letters that jostle on their pages I have spent hours unraveling Shapes into meaning I have brought myself to an understanding Of proper diet And children's need of nature Of everything that should be And still I have not discovered The common secret, the procedure It seems that everyone knows Of how to fill a central reservoir Keep it in an upright chest and walk Eyes straight ahead Never spilling a drop Never allowing a ripple
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