The Voices

One man talks to the sidewalk, another
to the clouds, and both
are too loud.

Complaints are in the air, from disobedient wives
to the LAPD and foreclosures.
Nobody is listening
and everyone can hear.
Someone on a concrete step

is addressing the city
which says nothing in return.
Someone waiting for the lights to change

gestures as he calls out
to the sky for justice
in a case the details of which

are a blur in our ears. It happens so much
that a stranger opens his mouth
and traffic noise comes out,

a language for which
there is no translation.

David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in England, and spent several years in Vienna, before moving to Phoenix in 1978. He pursued his visual art and had several shows, as well as writing and publishing his poetry in magazines and collections, the latest of which is The Devil’s Sonata from FutureCycle Press. Although he became ever more interested in the desert and its wildlife, the shadow side of Vienna emerges in his fiction and The Taste of Fog, which was published by Rain Mountain Press.

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