Poetry
Cheryl Townsend
NOTHING TO BREAK UPHe wrote me to say he didn't want any letters from me He called me to tell me he didn't want to hear my voice When he drove by my house I knew he wasn't looking DRIVING BACK FROM CLEVELANDand it's raining like Hell with thunder all over and the sky just a reach away My fresh wash & wax car not even 24 hours good is breaking my heart On a train car just ahead in bright red spray paint is "Tommy Too Tall, I Love You" from Loraine Though the rain and dark there is illumination rolling rolling like lightning I GAVE UPmy nightmares of wrong faces All the reasons I could never conjure and I settled into a you and I belief Now that you are gone I see you everywhere Like daydreams of right that was left Cheryl A Townsend is the somewhat sporatic publisher of Impetus and owner of the mostly sporatic cat's Impetuous Books in Kent, Ohio. She spends as much time as she can behind her Canon AE-1...and is looking forward to more. |