Clever Tricks

In the video store surrounded by
frilly espresso romances,
expository explosions,
lack lustre affairs of simple pleasures,
and fictional instalments of non-fiction

I was trying to figure out which movie
it was you hadn’t yet seen
when I walked out,
past the rack of sodas
towards the sun
up the hill.

As I reach the top
I grow certain of the time
and then it’s gone.

Now there is nothing left to salvage
not even the sound of light
against glass,
refracting echoes
of lost bird calls.

I squint at the sky
and go home.

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~ by aubergineconfetti on May 5, 2008.

Posted in Poems

3 Responses to “Clever Tricks”

“Now there is nothing to salvage/ not even the sound of light/ against glass…”

seriously, I hope all of this writing of yours is culminating to something. you have so much talent, not evident in this poem alone but a few of the others I’ve skimmed over as well. I’m pretty stubborn about fronting that I hate poetry, but it’s poems like these where you just have to admit that you feel cheated that you were never blessed with some of that beauty yourself.

mormonite51 said this on May 19, 2008 at 10:15 am
HEY YOU
POST SOMETHING SOON YOU BUMHOLE

lily said this on December 28, 2008 at 3:35 am
When I find the time! =P
But thanks for continually checking! I didn’t know someone still cared about this blog.

aubergineconfetti said this on January 6, 2009 at 12:34 am