Hooks

The night procrastinated
Yet I endured
With the resuscitation
Of cigarette smokes
And the rundown of kerosene
Roaring without recoil
And the nurse and cajoles
Of a trusted man
Glinting in gold

The boys resembled
A retired warfare
Craning over a screen
Emitting a child's play
Whilst taking slugs
And smoldering gulps
Of ambrosia.

And I was there too
Capturing their reflection
Of a subtle conspiracy
And riding the hooks
Swaying like pendulums.

The brusque chortles
Reeled a heartless laugh
Of callused vagueness
And I had endured,
But when it subdued
The dusts would settle
At the floors
Of the pits.

An affable kindness
Hooked to cloy
In the meantime,
In between time,
And I let myself
Be taken away
And I feigned vigor
Holding it high
Like breathing underwater
Until I drown
And breakdown.

The hooks slurred
And caught me
Inclining in a wall
In the penumbra
Of a lamppost
Clogging the rupture
Rifted by the hooks
And a dear comrade
Haplessly vied
For me
And my vantage point
But the damage was
There with us
Only halting
When I sojourn my breath
Underwater.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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