for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

Count 1234 (One Shoot Sunday)

*inspired by a photo taken during the Great Depression

1234 the counting beats
on soles the pavements
suffer through

–sorrows smudge hunger
pouting on granite
fissured by want.

Does counting
drill away the hunger?
As if to dig up

completes the burying,
hunger in bags
as crap.

What is the anatomy
of want? Under lenses
combine 1234 in thickness–

in sum, does hunger
make sense? Raking up
senselessness bares bones,

innocence the marrow.
In 1234 nothing shows but
the waiting as if

it were a birthright–
the anatomy for hunger.
Combine 1234 in lean-ness

in sum what rings up? Only
the stark stare, the rage
of hunger—the true sum.

I posted this poem for One Shoot Sunday at the One Stop Poetry blog.

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November 28, 2010 Posted by | poetry, reflection | , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments