I let out a fart <br />that squealed <br />loud enough <br />to pull me from <br /> slumber <br /> and smelled <br /> of death <br /> in the air <br />of foreign countries, <br /> <br />I rose <br />with eyes- <br />hardly-open <br />wrinkled with <br />almost-too- <br />much age <br />to warrant <br />dying young <br />with the good, <br /> <br />my blank stare <br />laid through <br />the filth in the air <br />and into the shadows <br />slapped against <br />the floor, <br /> <br />my back bright- <br />in-overhead-light; <br />I thought of <br />a cellar where <br />the devil kept <br />souls too- <br />tarnished-for- <br />resale, <br /> <br />alike the palms <br />and armpits <br />of greedy <br />women <br />and the endless <br />cracks along <br />gutter- <br /> ground, <br /> <br />I flipped the <br />light-switch <br />and sprawled <br />out in dark, <br />like the corpse <br />of a sinner; <br />beckoning <br /> rest, <br /> <br />and it's times <br />like this <br />my life <br /> drags <br />slow-past <br />my eyes, <br />sober <br />as a fox <br />and nowhere <br />to drown- <br />me-out <br /> <br />aside from <br />the sleep <br />that takes <br />it's sweet- <br />time coming <br />and in the <br />death <br />I've earned- <br />early.<br /><br />Eric Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-air-cleared-before-my-mind-could/
