"davening" poems
My house
(which I do not own but treat as such)
tilts northwards
(which is towards this town of isolation in Iowa plains)
as if davening
(which is a gesture of faith in Judaism)
towards the downtown that is not worthy
(which is too small, archaic, dead, ******* in and never giving up, holding forever those that were unfortunate enough to never leave)
My house tilts northwards as if davening towards the
Downtown that is not worthy and soon
It will fall
(which is fortunate, which is good, which is end, abrupt and definitive)
My house topples northward as if dying at
The downtown that is not worthy of the corpse
It will not acknowledge or allow
(which is precisely how it should end)
Finality before conclusion
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC