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Four by Paul Lojeski

Paul Lojeski: This Blank Page stares at me like all the unanswered questions I’ve saved up over time, the ones bulging out of the drawer over by the window, the ones shouting and bellowing and whispering…

An Uncomfortable Feeling

In Empire everyone’s edgy,
the Zeitgeist sneers.

Dread and fear, collapse
and chaos sail forth:

the wheels coming off
that shiny, stolen train.

In Empire hallow-eyed
hit the pawn shops

and liquor stores, fires
burn down bedrooms,

and neighbor hunts
neighbor. Foreboding

tunnels in, gnaws at the
marrow. Rome is falling.

In the Black Box

Broke and old and afraid
here in a place unfamiliar,

inhospitable, in the country
of my birth. I would be

a crow now or a dog
walking alone down a dark

road or a star far off with no
planets to protect, anything

but this soul terrified of
next morning’s first light.

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Poor Man in a Rich Man’s Town

At water’s edge early April.
From the pocket of a miracle
a coat of warmth and blue

sky fell over the cold water
of Long Island Sound.
And the white ferry to

Connecticut and beyond
the low hills around
Bridgeport. I closed my

eyes and let the year’s
first air finally free of
winter settle over me.

Then I turned and looked
up at the mansions set
at cliff’s edge, sunlight

glinting off walls of glass
and I laughed and walked
slow to the old car.

This Blank Page

stares at me like
all the unanswered
questions I’ve saved
up over time, the

ones bulging out
of the drawer over
by the window,
the ones shouting

and bellowing and
whispering, as I stuff
another down amongst
them and, oh, how

they howl at the rude
intrusion of another
of their brethren,
of one more query,

one more ‘why’ issued
forth from this heart
lost in don’t knows.

Paul Lojeski