Collage of Uncertain Poets
You lay in your
last sleep
death is a memory
of rivers with no names
a system of ghosts
open the curtains
of your being
death passes us
the voice of the
last cricket
last fingers of a
leaf
a street whose
name and number has been erased
before you became
a cloud.
It's the metallic
hour
night feels tight
as a jar
watery night
creatures
crisscross
erratic
complicated shape
diamond spheres
fury of your
memory
from loneliness I
sleep when will the night end.
Float above
envelope full of organ's rosy music
ear tuned in early
to hear beneath call to end
the brain's
shooting gallery
after punishment
is done with me
teeth slam against
each other
excellence in a
knife throw
the murkiness of
tomorrow watches
us all day.
I sat at the cold
applauding wind
I am on a parapet
looking down
what are the
habits of paradise
crime of nostalgia
passion is molten
just wait a while
the water will run dear.
John Raffetto
John Raffetto is a lifelong resident of Chicago.
Some of his poetry has been published in print and
various online magazine such as Gloom
Cupboard, Wilderness House, BlazeVox, Literary Orphans, Olentangy Review & Exact Change. Nominated for Pushcart Prize 2017. Holds degrees
from the University of Illinois and Northeastern Illinois University. Worked as
a horticulturalist and landscape designer for many years at the Chicago Park
District which was a rich environment for drawing inspiration for poems
concerning nature, people and the city. Currently a adjunct professor at Triton
College.
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