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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 07/2012
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JAMES BABBS I Hate It When the Wind Blows I hate it when the wind blows when it’s the middle of the night and I can’t get to sleep because the house keeps moaning the lonesome sound of sorrow like the restless sigh from the lips of my lover the night before she left me and the shadows on the blinds I keep watching them the hideous shapes they make the trees limbs fluttering the way my heart feels when I get so alone 7 Billion earlier on the radio when I was scanning the channels I heard them talking about the world’s population reaching seven billion people but it’s not easy for me to understand the significance of such a number because I’ve been driving down this road for the last twenty minutes and I haven’t seen another car just a few scattered houses some of them with their lights on and stretches of empty fields rushing past me in the dark I’ve gone for days at a time without hearing another human voice when I return home to the silence of this house and many times I’ve awakened in the middle of the night confused for a moment when I find myself alone |
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