Compulsively Aimless

      SEASONAL CHANGE   

In the bungalows of happiness 
householders put up their
 can goods of well-wishes   

Out back
the kids are
 stoking bonfires of resentment 
in derelict steel drums

   Darkness and winter
 are waiting at the end of the street.   NOT MYSELF I’ve been put in this position before. Waking up in the middle of the night to utter phrases not my own (and with no one to hear them).          

http://www.verse-virtual.com/ 2 new poems: You have three memories and a short mystery.

Coffee, Your History Dark redeemer      carrying legends of Sumatra, Arabia, Columbia Creator of cultures      fuel for a Sufi’s whirling dance      drink of protests by patriots       in the days of revolution      drunk in heroic proportions       by Balzac and Beats      made mad by your power Drunk black       by my father       on the troop ship      far side of the Pacific      World War Two      because green skin of slime congealed       on tins of curdled cream The history      of why I drink you as a I do. http://www.verse-virtual.com/john-kropf.html

The End of August In the morning even the sun is a runny red yoke reluctant to rise above the horizon its tired rays bathe the street in sepia and melancholy Your lush green lawn of May is now a patchwork of dead spots and desiccated wisps like the whiskers on an ancient holy man A scattering of scorched brown leaves -- the ones that weren’t strong enough to make it until October -- lie in the backyard like a school of beached Starfish In town the streets are empty public places without any public as if its part of some government experiment vaporizing all signs of life except the white noise of the cicadas Or maybe everyone has gone to the beach to swim and sleep trying to forget the end of summer.

Fellow book lovers, I hope you'll allow a slight diversion after 100 book blog posts.  You might be interested in a new minimalist poetry website--Verse Virtual.  Two poems per poet, no ads and always updating content.   www.verse-virtual.com hope you'll have a look.