In the Details: After All

This week, the theme of my poems is "utility."

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After All

I am an ungrateful
Hypocrite because I really like the
Incandescent glow of my bedside lamp
And I was pissed as hell that
Summer I went to Italy and
All the beer was warm. It's 
True. I adore a great heap of ice cubes
In my highball glass, and at night
In the summer -- even though I'd
Rather leave the windows wide--
I still find the rotary squeak of the
Ceiling fan like a somnolent
Drug. So, yeah, I guess I'd
Like to say, for the record:
I feel-hear-am it but I don't understand
(I mean, after all)
The contradictory keening
My soul professes at the
Sight of a forest of steel
Utility poles whispering to each
Other as they disappear
One after another
Over the hill.

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This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live. 

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