Fall 2017 final digital.pdf


A Summer's Night on Skid Row
Corey Cole

 
 

outside the service station 
at 10th and Rural 
like moths to a gaslight.

 
promise good times 
desperately strutting like 
feral cats on the prowl. 

 
by the orange glare 
of  street lamps. 

 
the night, my windshield, 
and myself  
coming home late.

 
 

 
 

the right and wrong sides of  the tracks 
stir me from sleep 
in my new bedroom.

 
render the sky a tepid brown. 
What happens when 
entire generations pass 
without seeing the stars?

 
with a hollow and mundane meaning. 

 
 

 
 

 
I teach their children, 
but they’ve seen more than me.