Blind Bop (Day 11, 2017)

Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo involves bop poetry, a very specific form that seems to update sonnets for the Beat Generation.  This is not my usual style, but what the hell?

Blind Bop

My eyes leak vision the way old color TVs
put out radiation, a little at a
time, but if you sit far enough away
from me, you won’t get hurt, and maybe
you’ll find yourself entertained by the
pratfalls of a blind man trying to function.

The light flickers and swirls, but it’s better than darkness.

Doors half-open like a switchblade to
cut my forehead through blunt-force
trauma, just dull wood pressing skin
against bone for half a second mid-
step producing a red ribbon of blood
running into my eyebrow, the rush of
air onto ripped and raw meat announcing the
wound before my head even starts to throb.

The light flickers and swirls, but it’s better than darkness.

Or I follow a strange woman around the
supermarket, thinking in the washed-out
fluorescent that I am with her, asking
her if the avocados feel firm as she
tries to hurry away from the creep
whose real wife just called his name.

The light flickers and swirls, but it’s better than darkness.

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