Chicagoetry: Gleam

By J.J. Tindall

Gleam

I and I buckle at the weight of the load.
I and I suckle at the nape of liberty.

I and I rankle at the prospect of servitude.
I and I cackle at the vehemence of zealotry.
I and I seethe from a locus of pain.
I and I breathe in and breathe out again.
I and I ponder every cloud above the swarm.
I and I wonder if the horse is out the barn.

I and I kowtow to the favor of the Muse.
I and I wonder if the feint is any use.
I and I accommodate the pratfalls of desire.
I and I reconcile to wallow in the mire.

I and I dream of a quiet afternoon.
I and I gleam of a truce with doom.

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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.

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More Tindall:

* Music: MySpace page

* Fiction: A Hole To China

* Critical biography at e-poets.net