Rugby and Argyle

Rugby and Argyle

Gleaming out on the streets,

Cars honk,

How can I help it?

This soul absorbs moonlight and sunlight

With a smidge of Venus’ glare

So I am an appliance,

A machine,

A device,

Though far from a simple work,

In me are fields

Where words can find their meanings

Making metaphors of what lands

In gutters and what still hangs in the air,

I am the catalyst

Of this neighborhood, none else need apply

Ben Nardolilli is a theoretical MFA candidate at Long Island University. He writes poetry, prose, and the occasional political flotsam and jetsam. In his spare time, he likes to go to a law firm and edit documents related to asbestos litigation. Occasionally they pay him for this. Follow his publishing journey at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.