Fall In The City

Black cats
jet across a one way street.
Just my uninvited luck.

I hide, stooped to conquer,
the odd foes of sad jazz music
that sends its love everyday.

Why
is there so much noise here

here on this planet,
on this street where I am

Waiting in a million
for you to pay my cab fare,
this miserable ride after shopping

for nothing in early December-
just before the suicides
fall like dead leaves.

by MARINA GIPPS

Comments (5)

a nicely written confession...would love to have read a few more stanza's of this intriguing poem :)
How he speaks with such honesty and yet such grace. His confessions and admittances are always to universal and timeless. How we betray ourselves for want of attention.
How he speaks with such honesty and yet such grace. His confessions and admittances are always to universal and timeless. How we betray ourselves for want of attention.
How he speaks with such honesty and yet such grace. His confessions and admittances are always to universal and timeless. How we betray ourselves for want of attention.
how true. the thirst for attention does lead to the unintentional desertion of rational doings. how clever and emotionally complex this man was. how i yearn to write as he does