19 December 2008


Cold spontaneous screams erupt
as car door closes
casting crude blasphemies echoing
bursting up from that raw place
where stirring songs on the radio mock.

Carousing couples in convivial clubs
with steamy windows into the soul
show friends within
who have an assigned place
for slurring singles

and their talking bottles.

Wailing reminders
of the unguarded Garden
where wandering and suffering
the primal anguish
of severance
endured through ages
from cold caves

to screamtight cars.

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