"On Desperate Days"

"On Desperate Days"

"On Desperate Days"

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Oct. 30 2007 7:27 AM

"On Desperate Days"

Listen to Barry Spacks read this poem.

I'd putter in the attic above
neat rooms with books and beds, gleam
of cared-for sink and tub, stairway
down to the place with the lovely name,
the living room, and farther down
the dreaded basement roots of that house,
spider-thread and furnace-throb,
dust in the dingy corners, pipes,
oh desperate days returning the way
wipers sweep wild rain from a windshield
and new rain comes ... days when I prayed
somehow my hungers might leach away
as I formed junk-sculptures, gluing a coil
of abandoned vacuum-cleaner hose
to a fractured mirror, married to woe
while seeds of changes ticked at my heart
original joy the next house over!

Barry Spacks's 10th book of poems, Food for the Journey, will appear in August 2008.