October Split

Outside, streetlight
            orange orb gas light.
            5 AM fog.
Haunted air
            but you’re behind
the hotel television
            a jungle of wires, vine cables.
Fiddling.
            And I should be asleep
according to the doctors
and ads on the internet
            MSN homepages
sponsored content.

Someone said
            October was for
            going home
but I’m nowhere near
settled

halfway to Halloween
listening
            to our pumpkin-skinned president.

Sitting on a pullout couch
in Nashua, New Hampshire,
            freshly broken up and sober
thinking about Roanoke.

                                                10.5.17

M. N. O’Brien received his B.A. from Roanoke College, where his work was published in On Concept’s Edge and received the Charles C. Wise Poetry Award. He currently lives in Roanoke, Virginia, and feels awkward writing about himself in the third person. His recent work has appeared in Quatrain.Fish, SOFTBLOW, and the Ekphrasis Review.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s