Exit 14

16 October 20139 November 2017 by dgvalles In Poetry, Writings Leave a comment

Exit 14

12 October 2012

The pavement owns the lulling roar

As the cicadas own the night.

I drown in subtle rings and melodic tones;

Latent amelioration pining for

Comfort—a miserable plight

By a crownless king

in methodic redress.

Claustrophobic and repressed,

I let the engine idle and the roar abate.

But it’s late.

I’m late.

I’m pressed for time.

When it comes to paradigms,

I fall out of line.

I’m almost out.

My fuel is out.

I must visit home.

But I don’t remember if it’s North or South.

I’m the king of nothing with a

burgeoning lust for entitlement, a

reinforcement of positivity and levity.

Where can I find it?

Where can I find me?

Am I North or South?

Why am I still uncouth?

David González Valles

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