Before the Bridges Fell #12: Radio Ghosts by David L O’Nan – Poetry

(c) David L O’Nan
Radio Ghosts

Like strawberries hiding the vision of their seeds.
I saw you like static in the breeze, I disappeared quickly from your smile.
But soon I was asking about you, another artist had you to claim.
For the time being, you were the unknown and my love hex remained fastened.

I took a drive on my own, lived my life on my own, in a city on my own.
Tried to revive the energies from my ghosts that still lived there, a scared flower.
I received a message from the rockabilly girl with the muddy skirt.  She decided, once a divorcee it was time to flirt with the poet and the salsa dancer.

Meanwhile you're battling a lost puppy begging for love but acting like a pit bull.
The skies swirled in your bohemia. The bar artists were not your scene.  
You saw my kindness but you also knew my strange dialogue.  My emptiness was open, and you became scared and heard that I am a magnetic heart.   I wrote you a letter,
You said maybe someday the cosmos will have us meet again.   But first…

A hitchhiker quivers his way to your open arms, with the Spring birds whistling
And the mushrooms in full bloom.   I had to show you friendship and a fading at the same time.
It was too much for a young girl to discuss with the gossip of the library silence.   
And my 1 balloon in hand.  My Radio popping between modern f.m. and golden era a.m. just hoping
To share a little of the static with you.

I went on to get caught up in a roller derby game.  I swam for miles and ended up dry once I got
Out of that lake.   I tried to drink and forget and soon I was a little more un-me.  I watched you 
Fade off into the hand-held sunset.  And I became someone new and free.  The ghosts have followed
Me into the arms of never being alone even when I sat by myself and leech onto all the past regrets.

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Before the Bridges Fell #10 : Everyone is Kerouac by David L O’Nan – Poetry 

Before the Bridges Fell #9 by David L O’Nan : Living in This Toxic Coalmine – poetry first on Icefloe Press

Before the Bridges Fell Poem #8 by David L O’Nan   “Those Hazels, They Slice” – poetry first published on IceFloe Press.

Poem #7 from Before the Bridges Fell: Scattered Christmas Garbage by David L O’Nan – poetry

Poem #6 Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan : “They Are Running My Prints” – poetry

poem #5 Before the Bridges Fell : Fevers of the Mind to Inspire Artwork Series (2009) by David L O’Nan – poetry

Poem #4 “Before the Bridges Fell” by David L O’Nan Remembering Carol Andersen

Poem #3 from Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan : “They Had Sadness in Their Eyes (like in Littleton)” – poetry

Poem #2 from Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan :Black Jackets and Boneless- Poetry

Poem #1 from Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan: Narcissism Taxi Cab Parades – poetry

Interview with EIC David L O’Nan with Anastasia Abboud on Grains of Sand : About how I write, my weird thoughts and a few of my revised Cohen Avalanches in Poetry Poems.

Wombwell Rainbow Interview/short poems with David L O’Nan from Lost Reflections Part 5 & Part 6 links

Short Story/poem The Ballad of Clay Huntley by David L O’Nan (from the Profiles of Ego Series)

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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