In Sabinal Poem by rich soos

The train whistle of songs carry
a romance and dream
of a better future far away.

In Sabinal it is merely a loud noise
that startles and wakes me five times a night.

What if I had fallen asleep in metaphysics,
my myriad of selves talking all the time?

In Sabinal it is merely a loud noise
that startles and wakes me five times a night.

My understanding not a single word
of the empty house raving several languages?

In Sabinal it is merely a loud noise
that startles and wakes me five times a night.

In truth these poems will never reach
beyond a few good friends
drunken and theatrical.

In Sabinal it is merely a loud noise
that startles and wakes me five times a night.



from Parting/Departing (2015)