Bob Marcacci

12:21

    in some way that’s how i feel
                                                      inverted
                       after kabob and sherbet
      i grade
                     responses on uncomfortable carmine
                         couch cushions
while Angela irons t-shirts

                                            much later
                munch pretzels
                  try to think of something
                to write
     pay closer attention to verbs?
                agreement errors?
                                   frag?

                time still stands                            lags
                                                           monumentally
      in a monotony of double-spacing
                    this without a title
                that lacking citation
                      when does it end


          ***


           those reflectors
         that blink along barriers
       along roadsides
          wink at me in my kitchen
as if they know me at this hour
               my secret mohair

                                   tomorrow
                with sun
        some workers will return to those trenches
          behind barriers
         to continue work
i will pass in the shuttle with my books and responses
            toward my day’s work
                           at words
                 those reflectors
dim in white sun                                still
                   wink
                 until i return
       and we meet again
to contemplate
  our little variations


          ***


            what little life
           to return to
   what broken dream
     made new in camphor
what growth in desert deluge
        palms          dunes monsoon
     what saved or spoken
                  truth
       what compass spun
          some moment
    what came through
                          moonlight
            lapis lazuli
          what might wait
                  you
             what span of time
                of mine
               what gives
                  a sign


          ***


                00:00

                     silent crescendo
                                midnight Philips
                                                digital light
                clock with orange segments
                                numerals
                   dust now with lamplight
                      a colon appears :
                                   doesn’t
                         one per second
                      my love light
                saws on
ZZZZzzzzzz…

An instructor with Qatar Foundation's Academic Bridge Program in Education City, Bob Marcacci lives in Doha, Qatar with his wife and son. He has also taught English in the United States, China, Italy, and Japan, and his poetry has appeared in numerous online and print publications around the world. Aside from publishing his own e-books, which can be downloaded at http://marcacci.blogspot.com/, Bob has had chapbooks published by BlazeVOX, Dusie, Plan B Press, and Unlikely 2.0.
 
 
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