Brent Vickers
Mar 16, 2021

a series of thoughts i had while visiting a town i used to live in (3/16/21): a poem


take note the way i snap
against the jagged chenier of your body's shape
a toy for your costal hinterland
your tide's marionette


when i moved to this city you promised
we'd be together forever;
what happened when the last candle

i welcome our ghost town into my soul
to better understand
the cartography of darkness


death is the easy way out,
they said.
so easy
the bell tolls


light is not welcome here
there us no blanket of stars
cold dead things lie in wait
don’t open your eyes
i won’t be here in the morning