The Tower Journal

Colin Dodds


Same Place Twice

We’re all day to day
and a day or two behind
Doubting God, but trusting
the double yellow line

Ain’t no secret I hurt
Ain’t no secret I care
I hope New York is dark
when I get there

Drought or deluge
Virtue or vice
You can find refuge
But rarely the same place twice

Deep in winter, in the folds,
the tvs filled with grim, hysterical men
determined to make the center hold

No more freebies
No more whistles and bells
I got used to something
I’ll get used to something else

There’s rhyme or there’s reason
And they say I have to choose
I hardly know which way I’m leaning
I’ve been so misused

I’m no Beethoven
and I’m no Socrates
All the wisdom I have,
I got in a robbery

Now my body is a rental car
and my home is a hotel
Somewhere the Buddha
is laughing like hell


Copyright © 2014 Colin Dodds

Coliin DoddsColin Dodds grew up in Massachusetts and completed his education in New York City. He’s the author of several novels, including WINDFALL and The Last Bad Job, which the late Norman Mailer touted as showing “something that very few writers have; a species of inner talent that owes very little to other people.” Dodds’ screenplay, Refreshment, was named a semi-finalist in the 2010 American Zoetrope Contest. His poetry has appeared in more than a hundred publications, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife Samantha. You can find more of his work at thecolindodds.com.

The Tower Journal
Spring/Summer 2014