undercurrents
middle of petite conversation,
between bomb blasts
when thuds still linger
indefinite is no longer vague
weeping in pools of piss
he said:
“I gotta let Jesus love me”
before tanks roll across
Nantucket bridge with yellow ribbons
wrapped round rose stuffed barrels
all them boys
riding along
doing what they was told
Joe said shooting a straight stream
towards an indefinite spittoon
dented from Dolly’s spiked hi-heels
in a new cabaret at edge of rising seas,
middle of bomb blasts
sitting in a crater
with a loose lass
sky all black with soot
brass.
toy hammer and junk drawer lying on tilted earth.
colored paper clips hold post-its neatly.
stubbed pencils from china,
an old poem
of polite conversation.
In a list
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Such sharp imagery -- and yet I can't get my head wrapped around this one. Perhaps not for me or Now but for 50 years from now.
Seems like a Voice from the future .
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor
.....towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
T.S.
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Well if the boys got to march with your words ringing in their ears I am of a thought they would throw away the guns and just sit down and write poetry. That's what you make me wanna do
C
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dat's good
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I never know what to say about your work, lol, I often have to read it, and read it again. Which is a good thing. There's so many origial thoughts and lines, I wish were mine. You definitely know your poetry. Not sure about the ending, but overall this left a striking image in my mind.
I especially liked these two stanzas;
“I gotta let Jesus love me”
and the next one, with Dolly's heels.
excellent work.
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