walking home I found a spot
across from the Church
on whose steps we kissed
pitch black shadow
beneath tall bushes and magnolia trees
thickly perfumed by the scents of honeysuckle and rose
underneath what seemed a sign
seven street lamps
crookedly aligned like a constellation
it's
a romantic alcove
off a suburban street
I had to stop
and inhale
with closed eyes
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
then
no more counting
down
across from the Church
on whose steps we kissed
pitch black shadow
beneath tall bushes and magnolia trees
thickly perfumed by the scents of honeysuckle and rose
underneath what seemed a sign
seven street lamps
crookedly aligned like a constellation
it's
a romantic alcove
off a suburban street
I had to stop
and inhale
with closed eyes
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
then
no more counting
down
Although, before that I have Marcel Proust, Kerouac, Selby Junior and Rimbaud to finish off first
I don't know why I insist on reading several books all at once, I find settling with one (unless it's amazing) a little unfulfilling.
What are you reading right now?
P.S. I liked that Berryman poem very much, I can see why you would draw comparison in some of the style to a few of my recent pieces