Imagining How You’d Feel She Said Poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Imagining how you’d feel she said—

Sometimes I just want to
feel things like the alley is dark
and gray and in its empty
soul roams a meaty
raw as cold and wind travel
down the length of its
bowels in a wounded dog’s howl
like an unfurling word lingo
in mid-December.
And I just want to immerse in
the percussion barreling
o’er the ballast of the steely
lonesome railing
‘round your road of ties, no ties,
no bonds, everything freewheeling
and just holding on
with bated breath to the next
hopping, rapping thudding merry way
wrapping in the warmth of
my cutesy drop-dead ooze

©2009 j.a.o.a.