It's a Metaphor, Fool

Can't sleep tonight. Words digging trenches in my brain. This poem is a reaction to something that happened in Modern Poetry class tonight, a story that ends in my professor telling me, "That would be fine, if this were a poetry class." Yeah. The first two lines are an Asian Figure poem, and the rest is me.


"It's a Metaphor, Fool"

Silent
like the thief the dog bit.

the best man
in love with the bride,
the furrow
on the brow
of the girl in the coma.

the eviction notice
posted on the door
of the man who died
alone
three days previous.

the sound of raindrops
to headphoned ears.
the screech of the tires
just before
the car hits you,

the letter
you wrote to someone
the moment before
you burned it.