Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Hibernate

across from the discotheque-discourse
cigarette smoke serene, spills out
the corner of her mouth, an elegant
circus of buffoons marching
the sidewalk, dancing to
wine-bottle music, a little emptier
each note, cheeks a little rosier
the autumn trees had burned off
vibrant green ecstacy,
waiting to settle down and die
amidst the snowdrift,
the sillhouettes, their fingers stretched
yearning towards the sky or
the glow of the streetlights.
sidewalk ceramic tables
the wine bottle is empty and
the parade has passed by,
you go quiet, walk home against
a distant discotheque bass beat, a headache
the first snowfall. In silence
the last drag of smoke
slips from her lips as her sillhouette fades
past the streetlight and there is
nothing to say anymore, and
at home your quilts are cold
and your bed feels empty.

3 comments:

Will said...

In silence
the last drag of smoke
slips from her lips as her sillhouette fades
past the streetlight and there is
nothing to say anymore,


I'm left here wondering if there was anything to say in the first place.

Andrew, you've really outdone yourself. This reads like sipping fine wine in a dream, and the images you use are effective and affecting.

Blake said...

Pretty powerful first sentence you have here. Perhaps the poem would benefit from separating the whole into two stanzas (1st - first sentence 2nd - "sidewalk ceramic tables"....)?

"dancing to
wine-bottle music, a little emptier
each note, cheeks a little rosier
the autumn trees had burned off
vibrant green ecstasy"

Just so you know, I am totally gay for this.

The title is very fitting for the poem. I want to hibernate with the woman who, although you do not describe, makes me feel like I know her very well.

How did you even do that Andrew?

"at home your guilts are cold
and your bed feels empty"

February blows. This poem gives me hope though. It makes me feel like everything is going to be all-right

Blake said...

I just realized seperating poems is something you do not like to do. So forget about that one.