Poetry
(Swans - June 17, 2013)
I remember on the train
passing through underbrush
in the bleak Midwest
of bridges, creeks, and flags
castle turrets appeared
but with barbed wire
and the driver announced
through our car
as if a tour
this is a maximum-security
penitentiary
impossible to escape from
and he made a wisecrack
I've forgotten verbatim
after a long unbroken silence
through the vast country
thinking this
might hold our interest.
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David Francis has produced three albums of songs, one of poems, ALWAYS/FAR, a chapbook of lyrics and drawings, and the film Village Folksinger. His poems and stories have appeared in a number of US and UK magazines. His Web site is http://davidfrancismusic.com. He lives in New York City. (back)