May 6, 2024

4 Poems by Joe Farina

4 Poems by Joe Farina

*Image courtesy of Amber Kipp on Unsplash*

National Poetry Month may be over, but we still have plenty of great poetry to share. Let’s give a warm welcome to Joe Farina as he joins FC’s family with his collection of somber poems.

street dreams

does a street have a memory,

beneath its many coats

does it remember every soul,

who walked upon it

does it long for a return,

to cobblestones and carriages

or quicken to the thunder

of street cars on silver tracks

drugged by combustion engines

does it remember being fashioned

by the din of picks and shovels

wielded by strange speaking labourers

until it gleamed, new, in overcoats

of smooth concrete and asphalt

marked with cryptic symbols

does this street have my dreams

leaking out its cracks

does it smile, as i, when

i stop to listen for its welcome back

both of us a forced reflection

of what we each once were

from here to there

i go into the empty room

move your picture from here to there

count the dead flies on the sill

and watch the weak light fade outside

this is what i do, when you’re not here

i arrange the clothes you left behind

pick out your pictures from the trash

smooth your crumpled compositions

and dust the dust from here to there

this is what i do, when you’re not here

i sit alone at the kitchen table

drinking coffee three days dead

replay the screams and accusations

shelve my anger from here to there

too late to matter

regretting the reasons you’re not here

morning noir

she sits

on the street curb

always alone

head drooped

hands intertwined on her lap

waiting, or in prayer?

driving by each morning

faster than i should

she dissolves

into my rear-view mirror

an enigmatic shadow

never revealing

her rendezvous

just another outtake

in my predawn commute

that pleads for poetry

in film noir narrative

to fill in the blanks

where incomplete


the sun sets on another 21st century day

he alone provides the narrative

he sits on his dated teal, leather sofa

his wife chose and purchased back in ’84

from Kaufman, who closed its doors

the walls are hung with Batemen prints of

wolves and eagles and orcas, all

signed and numbered in pencil

tastefully framed by an establishment

that doesn’t exist anymore

his books stand soldiered in dusty silence

the wurlitzer broken never repaired

the only sound from his old big screen tv

where each day news and scandals

are read by Blitzer on CNN

pewter framed photographs of his dead

fill the room as he waits

his eyes bloodshot and tired

staring at the walls-

waiting for the night to end.

Joseph A Farina is a retired lawyer in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada. An award winning and internationally published poet, his works are published in many poetry magazines. Notably in Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine and The Windsor Review. He also appears in the anthologies Sweet Lemons: Writings with a Sicilian Accent, Canadian Italians at Table, Witness, and Tamaracks: Canadian Poetry for the 21st Century. He has had two books of poetry published — The Cancer Chronicles and The Ghosts of Water Street. His other works include an E-book, Sunsets in Black and White, and his latest book, The Beach, the Street and Everything in Between.

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