Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Jim Carroll Somewhere Between Beats, by Amy Hollowell (new)

To People Who Died add another
his heart just stopped
somewhere between beats
void of course

He was too cold to ask you
why before all this endlessness
we are here and then not

But he was up early and baring his ass
falling from wasted variegated heights
because there was nothing else
in these idling shadows of traffic
but to hurl shots of light

flicked feathered fadeaways
doublepumped alive
on a street court into
hoops with no net.

1 comment:

Jennifer K Dick said...

Yes! I just read about his passing. Thanks so much for posting your poem, Amy!