His life was about darkness,
occupying a home with dim lights,
rooms with curtains closed,
in the company of people
who dissolved into the
embracing fingers of night
even as he observed.
His voice projected a guttural timbre,
his dilemmas as black as the holes
that perplexed space.
The leaves on the trees,
spotting his yard,
were covered with soot,
he mowed decaying grass.
Friends that visited
drove black limousines
and parked them, after dusk,
in front of his secluded house.
Coins turned to creosote
when he kept them in his pocket
and he would dream of ocean depths,
where no sunlight penetrated
to illuminate a path of hope.
Even the coffins in the storage area
with their fancy trim,
spoke in undertones
and buried themselves continually
in patches of black dirt.
Michael Keshigian had his twelfth poetry collection, Into The Light, released in April, 2017 by Flutter Press (https://www.createspace.com/7037872). He has been published in numerous national and international journals including Oyez Review, Red River Review, Sierra Nevada College Review, Oklahoma Review, Chiron Review and has appeared as feature writer in over a twenty publications with 6 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
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