Rooftop Poetry Club - William A. Cragun II

William A. Cragun II

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Poems:

Crow Song

Winter wails are
close to October this year.
Crow calls echo September,
chestnuts crack,
spike shells rest orange on sidewalks.
Flocks call a sharp shrill
black bird.
Gray cloud cascades
break branches,
morning tears a new song.
A crow song,
swift razor facts,
a knife blade cuts this city
in half.
Caw Caw, Caw Caw
Like fighter planes
they swarm our streets.
This shrill song
Will rattle Fall,
shake and shatter brittle leaves
until winter is here.

Rocks and Rainbows

Stories of Russian girls
an empty town of travels,
and carnival
here with rapid waters and
lone dew drops
Niagara, where royal flush,
Is a royal game of lost kings
and dead queens.
Where commitment is left at bus depots
and crack is a shrink of depth and character.
Travelers leave doorsteps with water wonder
and beaten rainbows.
Benches reek of stale droplets and
burnt fabrics.
Escapade silhouettes left on sidewalks,
leave volcanic imprints
ash under
yellow shade lights.
Strangers are least strange
And leftovers are never left.
There might be answers in
garbage cans or cigarette butts,
but even crickets are quiet tonight.

Sleet Schedule

Type tickles tinsel keys,
caring only cuts pieces,
gluing plastic like
rain glues glitter.
Glisten glow-bug
I see your light wares.
Linger here, and let your eyes
press into my plated pores.
Sprinkle midnight on my naked
body again.
Sharp speck so soft with white wonder.
Wonderful white waits one more time,
one more day another wait wonder,
a last hunger hurries for forgetful February
remember remembers that lastly waits
forever forgetful.
and I remember too.