I am with Homer, and Homer
Is next to clips of men
Falling down, failed stunts
That make me successfully laugh,
While they slide over rails
And roll down stairs
To Beethoven and Zeppelin,
I talk in the present
To friends, leaving
Messages that they will find,
Car wrecks on this highway
They will have to stop and read
And think about me now,
Infecting their memory with my voice,
Trying to communicate with them
I am remembering someone I loved,
And thinking a stranger’s face,
Revealed to many,
Resembles her, but the shade of skin
Just isn’t right, as I get
Tomorrow’s weather and let everyone know
That I love them but will not make it,
Because I am sick
And tired from traveling.

BEN NARDOLILLI is a twenty three year old writer currently living in New York City. His work has appeared in Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, and Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Farmhouse Magazine, Elimae, Poems Niederngasse, The Delmarva Review, Underground Voices Magazine, SoMa Literary Review, Heroin Love Songs, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, Literary Fever, and Perspectives Magazine. In addition he was the poetry editor for West 10th Magazine at NYU and maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.