Today's poem is by C. K. Williams
On the Roof
The trouble with me is that whether I get love or not
I suffer from it. My heart always seems to be prowling
a mile ahead of me, and, by the time I get there to surround it,
it's chewing fences in the next county, clawing
the bank-vault wall down or smashing in the window
I'd just started etching my name on with my diamond.
And that's how come I end up on the roof. Because even if I talk
into my fist everyone still hears my voice like the ocean
in theirs, and so they solace me and I have to keep
breaking toes with my gun-boots and coming up here
to liveby myself, like an aerial, with a hand on the ledge,
one eye glued to the tin door and one to the skylight.
Copyright © 2002 C. K. Williams All rights reserved
from Love About Love
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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