fully clothed on the family room sofa
rolling big bass thunder shakes
water trickles down from the roof gutters,
room is gray dark. Pointless to turn
invasive ringing, ringing, ringing.
The Day the Earth Stood Still
were promised an outing on the first spring
the chief attendant, sets up easels—
of the 13 golden age guys and dolls
the bus at the retirement center,
The Colors Of Noise: Still Life
Gene McCormick's fifth collection of narrative poetry and short stories, An Ice Axe At Dusk, has just been published by March Street Press (May, 2011; $9). He has also had seven non-fiction books published on Thoroughbred racing and chess, and four of his poems have been converted to music and performed professionally. McCormick lives in Wayne, Illinois.