Skulking through the corridors of an unimagined present
I lurch left and right, not knowing where to place my feet.
we were told to question authority, and then we became
the authority we questioned, but we always had the wrong answers
and wished the questions would be different.
So I’m skulking through the corridors of an unimagined present
realizing only the future can save me, but it’s much more
likely to ignore me.
R. Bremner, of Glen Ridge via Lyndhurst, NJ, is a former cab driver, truck unloader, security guard, computer programmer, and vice-president at Citibank who writes of dead kings and many things he can’t define, the clutter in your mind, and the color of time. He was in the first issue of Passaic Review, along with Allen Ginsberg. He has appeared in International Poetry Review, Oleander Review, Paterson Literary Review, Yellow Chair Review,and Poets Online (18 times) and sundry elsewheres. Six of his verses were featured at the monthlong Montclair Library Ekphrasis exhibit. He is a member of the Montclair Write Group and reads with the Red Wheelbarrow Poets. You’re welcome to visit him at his page at Poets & Writers: http://www.pw.org/content/r_bremner