Bay Road (Poem)

Here is a recording I recently discovered on Youtube. I read my poem “Bay Road” twice.

There is wind in the recording. I think Kim Hunter shot it outside the Beetle Club.

Below you can read the poem:



Bay Road


In the end, the concrete rusts

and there is no distinguishing between

factory and house with children playing

in the yard. It is the syndrome of a city

losing hold of its people. Flags ripple

pointlessly on a street where cars go

from nowhere to nowhere.


A city close enough to a bay to be disrupted

by gulls, and far enough from the sky to not

be touched by its truth. All that’s left is a ritual;

one thing eating another.


The sky its clouds,

the cars their gas,

the rusting its beauty.






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