Friday Night Poetry Corner #99–derelict walking

Greetings, greetings, greetings and more greetings.  OK, real quick just a political/sociological note “Chicago Shut Down Drumpt!!!”  Great fucking news!!

 

Now with that out-of-the-way welcome to another edition of “Friday Night Poetry Corner!”  We are at the 99th edition and let me tell you–I appreciate all the support everyone has shown me for the past 3 years running this poetry corner.  Majority of the poems hosted here are from fellow poetic bloggers to which I enjoyed searching, finding, and ready their incredible works of fiction.  I truly believe that the poets I met online of course were creative masterminds of their crafts.  I am not just saying that their poems were gift works of fiction.  All of them.

Through this journey I feature a few of my joints.  Today will be no different as I present an old poem I wrote back in 2002 when I was living in St. Louis, MO in full stream of the grassroots anti-war, anti-racism, anti-classism, anti-Monsanto, you get the idea :-).

 

Well enjoy my joint called “derelict walking.”  Feel free to comment as well as visit previous feature poets on the corner.  Again thanks for the support, it really feels good when people appreciate what you are offering and what’s better than poetry at night eh?

Yep rhetorical meets coffee & jazz..

 

 

 

derelict walking

Am I alive?

Am I still breathing?

A realm of survival struggles

with me; as swords

clashes with shields

aggression clashes

with protection.

I see what I

want to see

I trust nothing

without my favor

Am I alive?  If so

I am still

breathing…

 

 

By K.G. Bethlehem