11/8/2017 Poetry by C. Alexandertaschenkruemmel Simon and Garfunkel Stole This Title Before I Was Born (The Sound of Silence) Tiny goldbrown fans circle slowly to the ground. “i was immature, I didn’t know what it really meant.” She says as she grinds a pine-cone passively, eyes up, not seeing anything. I want to reply, but there’s nothing left to say. So we sit in silence, and try to feel the change in season. The moment where warmth can officially be called cool. We sit for 30 minute-hours, and find that sometimes binaries can’t define, or save anything. Driving in Tunnels Pass over double white lines in darkness. Like climbing without rope supports. Laying Face Up in A Door Frame Like transmogrified car crash cumulus clouds The safety of riding the fence. The threshold between who I am, who I want to be, and who I inevitably will become Slipping through portals, like driving through brick walls ![]() Bio: C. Alexander is a recent MFA graduate from Lindenwood University. He resides in Providence, RI, and has been previously published in The Eunoia Review. He hopes the use of the first initial doesn't come off as pretentious; there is already a famous Caleb Alexander. Instagram: @calexanderpoetry, website: https://calexanderpoetry.wordpress.com/ Comments are closed.
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