I’ve been listening to Sirius late-
night radio—love songs, fifties pop sounds,
sixties rock, slow moves mainly—like sly fate’s
shoved me back to my teen days when sad hounds
of loneliness and longing howled down deep,
hidden from full moon but feeling it push
and pull dark bloodstream. Those nights when lust reaped
eternal blaze of earth’s gut in your flushed
face and scorched groin, and shame sent you to bruised
knees, praying forgiveness, all while craving
to shatter a mirror or find excuse
to burn down your house…Screw all this raving...
I’ve been blessed: short runs of love through years saved
me from gallows, gas ovens, early graves.
Roger Armbrust
September 6, 2009
