The Broken World
Michael Albright
It was warm as November the day the world broke
There was no school but there was TV
& has been on all the time since the day the world broke
Who knew there would be so much to see
so much happening in the broken world?
Every day the sky grows taller
trying to outrun the broken world
so hard to breathe in the air so thin
Everyday the holes dig deeper
& multiply to make more room for the broken world
Stupid holes Stupid sky
Now they have found me alive & dying in the broken world
But they say there is nothing to worry about
Tomorrow the broken world will dive into itself
like a glove turned inside-out & I'll finally see
what my fingers have been pressing
up against all this time
Tomorrow is the black van that drives past your house
Tomorrow needs no reason to knock on your door
Tomorrow is the father-thief
Never say I didn't tell you so
Tomorrow is the reckoning
Tomorrow wants paid for its time
Never say tomorrow
never comes
Michael Albright has published poems in various journals, including decomP, Rogue Agent, Stirring, Rust + Moth, Tar River Poetry, Pembroke Magazine, Cider Press Review, Moon City Review, and the chapbook In the Hall of Dead Birds and Viking Tools. He lives on a windy hilltop near Greensburg, PA. with his wife Lori and an ever-changing array of children and other animals.