November 6, 2011

I want to carry you like guilt
into a room
smelling of dust and books.

Like all the yesterdays we drowned in,
the mattress on the floor is a truth
waiting to be obscured
by the veils
that protect our songs from the streetlight

then you’ll remind me
that at night
the words that you say
become the oaths that i live by
until I die again

and I will reach for your lips
watching your eyes for danger


13 Responses to “Streetlight”

  1. claudia said

    wow anton – love this..great opening stanza and powerful closure..also great…the yesterdays we drowned in and the veils protecting the songs from the streetlight…i like

  2. CatGem said


  3. Neha said

    i really really like – gut wrenching beauty

  4. shawnacy said

    completely stunning.

    every stanza aches.

  5. claudia said

    hi again…smiles

  6. the word bar said

    Eyes are like weather vanes.. you can see storms on the horizon..

    nicely done !!

  7. Pat Hatt said

    Wonderful verse, love the strong close, nicely done.

  8. smell like books…i love the smell of books…that section on the oaths i live by is hot…like this much…

  9. Gay said

    Watching your eyes for danger … oh Anton, I’m so far from this story, but it really is ageless. It could be anyone, anywhere, anytime..definitely tapping the universal (uh-huh I did mean that double entendre). Hope you’re well.

  10. Emma said

    what a beauty,that first stanza with its ‘carry you like guilt’ and ‘smelling of dust and books’- yes, I’m there. the whole poem offers me new ways of looking at moments like this though…just fantastic- I will return to read again.

  11. forpuck said

    Thanks everyone for the nice words.. Gay, I’m ok, hope you re too, given everything.

  12. love it, the opening line is impressive.


  13. wkkortas said

    The longing is palapable, but the piece never shrieks; indeed, the control and the conditional nature of the language (e.g., “want” instead of “will”) seems to underscore a certain hesitancy, a certain inability to totally give over to abandon. I have been away from these words too long.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: