Frost Bit Chords
The poem explores the poet’s invisibility while living on the street
frost bit fingers
playin’
frost bit chords
on the corner
of Sweet Auburn Street
and Boulevard
I’m a silhouette
etched in pitch black
a shadow afraid of music
frightened of the chill wind
blowin’
my soul
below overpasses
among the tombs of shrouded skeletons
I crouch cower crumble
behind
liquor store crates
stacked
in a back alley
smell of loitering outcasts
passed out
blanket-less
stuttering
blaring blasting
whiteouts
blinding dreams
of summer’s heat shimmers
I shiver frozen
below a melting permafrost
of ancient memories
body heat flames
martyred beautiful
by incinerating
salvation
legs
arms entwined
wildflowers
in a meadow
coffee fog
thawing
a morning frost
to mist
the devil’s laugh
flares leaps
out of metal barrels
fingers tingle with heat
hovering hands never touch
I toss the memories into flames
kindle
my judgment day
a street walker’s
cigarette
carves night
the bark of fantasy’s
oak tree
I’m a blackout
shadowboxing
dreamless men
revving Corvettes
spinning wheels
on black ice
