UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
DUNCAN FANKBONER

in the middle of the last century

dusty run down windows
walls strung along just for fun
rocks up the hill
just the right size for throwing
old factory town
dirt roads in and out
you'd think
there'd be somewhere to go
nothing like that
what we had
a baseball field
a vacant lot
weeds and baseball gloves
splayed swollen fingers
a ball with
some torn leather around it
all that
and the spirit of things
bigger wider
than anything we could understand
playing till the light was down
till a cold wind blew us home
to rented houses calls
from back porches
hunger just another spirit
holding us together
54' the year
school and the excitement
of girls who wanted to kiss
and school books
filled with lies and mystery









2007 Underground Voices