TROUBLE

 

POEMS  

 

By David Aaron Greenberg

 

 

 

Happy Ending

A light bulb blows out

The phone doesn’t ring

I’ve got my suspicions

And you had your fists

 

I’m feeling creepy

I’m feeling blessed

I want to kiss you

Regardless the risk

 

Darkness stretches

Across your cheek

An incomplete sentence

Or something obsolete

 

Let me begin again

 

A narrative

In first person

With the last chapter

Missing in action

 

Where did our happy ending go?

Where did our once upon a time lead?

 

To afterhours bars

And new spots to cop

Empty parks

And public bathrooms

 

Times Square

Astor Place

Or those exotic stops

 

The bodega

At Third & C

 

It’s the same old scene

Cigarettes and scary dreams

Midnight sidewalks

And eyes of green

 

I hear you whisper

When I scream

I feel you breathing

Next to me

 

A suitcase of memory

 

Get this picture down

White underwear

An empty glass

A door without a keyhole

 

I’m half a word away

And I’m not sorry

 

A shift in weight

That took a thousand years

To properly name

Contrapposto

 

Seen in Rome

On a Vespa

Or in New York

On a skateboard

 

But no one’s got

A good idea

To paint on a ceiling

Anymore

 

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Copyright © 2015 David Aaron Greenberg