got to find me
a man
who isn’t broken
other writing
Friday the 13th
driving east
foot to the floor
through rain
through fog
sometimes
you got to say
the hell with it
Friday the 13th
or not
in God’s country
you know
you’re in
God’s country
when a bible
rests on top
of the magazine rack
in waiting rooms
the nights left
five gone
he says
then the names
faces fade in out
voices echo
through the nights
left
for mother on Mother’s Day
your imprint
forever
on my heart
the heart a contradiction
the heart
a contradiction
always longing
for what lies
beyond
5000 miles
away
being a Beatles’ song
stuck
between this
and that
a nowhere
man
a bargain: St. Patrick’s, NYC, May 2nd, 2016
run the scales
of the organ
as people pass
gaping at statues
and stained glass
two dollars
light a candle
a chance
at absolution
a bargain
these days
at any price
new territory: for Gene
here it is
new territory
watching
as a loved one
dies
helpless
alone
so confusing
this time
caught
between acts
past present
with a future
as empty
as what remains
in your hands
that knock on the door: for Gene
death
comes calling
home
or not
no escaping
that knock
on the door
Leonard Durso 