Sign Language

[billy]

apart from the so and so's and the only's i thoroughly enjoyed it. i read it almost as a train of thought poem because there seems to be no transition tween 3 and 4. i think you could cut back on a little of the verbiage but its no biggy, just a thought. i love the opening two lines. it's extremely earthy and real. know it's in miscellaneous but i couldn't stop myself from leaving feedback

               Sign Language
  
I carry empty bottles on my fingers
to the outside trash hearing country music
from my neighbor's truck, in the cool air,
and wonder where summer has gone,
and why aloneness is so sweet yet so hard.

Hearing the hoot of an owl so strange,
and so rare that close to the house, 4 so in three lines, it's so so and so and so i suppose so. i just keep getting so stuck on them.
in my proud superstitions, I pray
for forgiveness for family arguments
as I lay in bed for hours.

Then the warmth in the school library
brings a comfort; riding home past
the warmly lit YMCA at night,
summer is probably there at that moment,
warm and laughing in water.

But I, born under Cancer,
was meant to bear cold things,
only train my pincers and appreciate my shell.
Why do I seek rare feeling only for me one only too many.
in desire so wicked and strange?