Poems by Mitchell Torina


I took the dog for a drag, after the rain had gone,the dog unwilling, as if I was stealing time from him and his agenda. We strolled to the corner. I stopped to look at smoke from the chimney. The dog got loose from me and scampered into the street, running to a different beat. I guess it couldn't hear my call, for the screech of the tire and the yelping from the barking pain echoing under the car in the new falling rain. My dog went insane and died. And then I remembered somebody lied to me about living. They said just keep on giving and it all is good. No one stood on the ground where it would end up. I found out on my own, just a few feet from home, where my dog did foam at the mouth. A final yelp, and he was gone, like the rain, like his pain.

Stick Race

16 Steps

I see it in your eyes, the surprise in the bar about how far have you come on your 16 year run. The freedom, the free run of your life now, your eyes still see walls and bars but not the ones that keep you in, not the ones that shut out your dreams life lived between the seams. This is home for the night, this sight of drinks and winks and kinks in your neck from the 16 year wreck behind iron doors. The floors not concrete, not kept neat and your feet stumble across not sure of where to step. But one step at a time bro', freedom is just one step at a time. One step, one second, one minute, one hour, one day, one night, one week, one month, one season, one year, 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16, at a time bro' your home now.

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