UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
R.C. EDRINGTON

Habits

We'd duct taped
faded newspapers
to the bedroom windows
& erased the sun

the silence between us
palpable, thick
& black like
fresh tar
on a once familiar
gravel road
we'd never travel again

a long forgot cigarette
burnt itself out
on a crushed
Diet Pepsi can,
the ash bent
& ready to fall
like a timid suicide
perched on
the Golden Gate Bridge

for 3 days
nothing was shared
but a dull rig
& 7 grams
of uncut dope

time itself nothing
but a false restraint
we'd long since escaped
as we sat like
twin Buddhas rotting
on a stained mattress

when you held me
tight in your numb
powdered sleep
I knew you were only
dreaming of someone else,
as was I

both too weak
to break old habits
& embrace the dawn
creeping slow beneath
the thin slice
of the battered
bedroom door


Sold
(for Joe Strummer)


when sidewalks
are stenciled
in blood

with the words
"a woman was
raped here"

& pimple faced
illegal latino's
peddle heroin
& vanilla

milkshakes
from drive thru
graffiti laced
windows
at neighborhood
McDonalds

of course
poetry
will fester
like swollen
track marks
down a junkies
tattooed arm

& all
literature
will burn not
in the fire
of revolution

but from
a butane flame
accidentally
dropped

when baking soda
& cocaine
collide
into solid

then smolder thru
the tired lungs
of post-punk angels
who hum elegies
to the causes
of their youth

now whored out
on MTV
to sell
whatever
selling sells


RC Edrington's poetry can be found at
http://www.spentmeat.com/edrington.html

His poetry site is at: http://spentmeat.com







2007 Underground Voices