UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY


JAMES BABBS

Sometimes It's Hard

I slept with the bottle
last night
there was nothing good on TV and
the radio voices kept screaming in my ears
I pulled the bottle closer to me
wondering
how many drinks it would take
until I no longer cared
and I laughed out loud
but nobody was there to hear me
and that made me laugh even more
while I held the bottle
so nothing spilled out and
I thought
I saw faces on the walls
I thought I saw
Jesus
looking back at me or
maybe
it was Satan
sometimes it's hard
for me to tell them apart


The Dark Spaces Between the Stars

alone
listening to the rain fall and
I'm sitting here on the couch
waiting for madness
my beautiful lover to arrive
because
she comes around here all the time
slipping silently
through a crack in the wall and
I keep wondering
why we never talk about
the dark spaces between the stars
but only the beauty of their light
I contemplate
all the wishes that are made
but never come true
now
I hear the rain and
it sounds like
hundreds of tiny feet
scurrying across my roof and
outside the window
I watch a robin
teetering
atop the light fixture
next to my front door
underneath the eaves and
he's trying
desperately
not to get wet









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