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Pinstripes

Poetry By: Barefoot
Memoir



Well, this is probably nonsense to anyone but me, but if you make anything of it comment! I love to see different perspectives :)


Submitted:May 10, 2010    Reads: 50    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


The empty streets lined with off-color streetlights

Sometimes flickering, and shadows behind

Them deepening, suddenly, as though independently

Backed by the echoing bark of a dog.

Pinstripes, Pinstripes

On the walls

Through the cradle bars

It falls

Moonlight, moonlight

And the mobile

Of farmyard friends and a spinning wheel.

Beyond the wall of ivy cool, I run

Below a thinly-starred sky and airplanes

Whirring; missiles falling, but never here

They keep flying.

Pinstripes, Pinstripes

On the walls

Through the curtains' crease

It falls

Moonlight, moonlight

And the quilt

Of rabbits on which juice was spilt.

The train tracks and the gravel belt

The burrs and traffic and brick walls

The wails of distant monster machines

The risk of hopping from beam to beam

Pinstripes, Pinstripes

On the halls

Through the middle grate

It falls

Moonlight, moonlight

And your eyes

Narrowed now, because we're spies.

The orange trees a mile high,

Treehouses in their crooked beams

A beautiful garden that never grew

And a tunnel that will lead us to China

Pinstripes, Pinstripes

On the walls

Through the gaps of cloth

It falls

Moonlight, moonlight

And sleeping bags

In a tent made out of rags.

Empty barn like cold warehouse

Cool cement and lightless streets

So much room, such shadowed hills

Chain-link fences and animal pens

Pinstripes, Pinstripes

On the walls

Through the luggage piles

It falls

Moonlight, Moonlight

In a daze

A little girl who cries and prays.

Rolling heads of pale green grass

A maze that grew from mustard seeds

Bareback riding on dusty trails

Learning to keep life alive.

Pinstripes, Pinstripes

On the walls

Through my squinting eyes

It falls

Sunlight, Sunlight

In my soul

No more shadows; I am whole.





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