S.A. Gerber

Inside-Out 

 

 

Inside-out of any-

thing close to

hometown reality.

Cars fly by

on the left, and the

desert speeds a blurry

montage on the right.

Skies over the

mountains turn a

promising shade

of grey,

as the sun beams

at lower altitudes.

Sucking the only

precipitation around

from a store-bought

plastic bottle.

April 3rd is the day

Mr. Vidal used as

the end of the world

in Kalki.

This is it.

Think again, Gore.

Other travelers seem

lost…searching.

Inside…outside…

beginning…end.

Sometimes it seems,

all for naught.

Summit

 

  

Running up

a mountain,

fading out fast.

Feel like the

last of a kind.

Memories come

like hot waves.

Hearing the far

off chimes of a

ice cream wagon.

The rattle

of tin cans

tied to a

cars bumper.

Seeing the faces

of children

long dead.

Their mothers

long since

have stopped

weeping.

Feeling the

chill of a

California morning,

delivering papers, no-

body reads.

Understanding that

for most,

life will get

progressively worse.

Can read it.

It is written.

Crouching on

the summit now…

definitely the last

of a kind.

The Blue Car (For W.C.W.)

 

 

Abandon a long

While

 

A pretty blue

Car

 

 

Dependable once long

Ago

 

 

Color rusting with

Age

 

 

Matches the asphalt

Street…

 

 

and the clouds

Above.

(First Published in, “The Freefallin’ S.A. Gerber-2023)