Wednesday, January 27, 2010

[they are....]

they are stopping to consider the trees
how a shopping trolley
to roll the wind track like a trail
yes, Timothy was nice

only eat drink sleep
or once in a while
presently smelling so new
all blown to hell gone out
another happens, or is happening
so sporting like cricket the seabirds

there is formica there are robots
to be scared of an absence
as I to be bookish
and unending a fillet
summers day or
toothy grinning man

a street corner or elevator
buried as iconoclast
over stopping foppish radio
and department stores
a loop that is dependent
contextually the dew
floating over bridges
brittle to support breakage
a jawbone

5 comments:

Ande said...

It flows smoothly over the channels, loops and varied conclusions I found in your poem. Dreadfully good piece.

Jenny Enochsson said...

Wow, this is brilliant. It feels as if quicksand or some kind of eerie breeziness run through the lines.

Thanks for this one, Ross.

Megan said...

Wow, Ross. The entire poem is stunning. I particularly love:

"there is formica there are robots
to be scared of an absence
as I to be bookish
and unending a fillet
summers day or
toothy grinning man"

Satu Kaikkonen said...

I like very much about this one.

And always when i'm reading something that i like very much it's given an inpiration to me:

i sometimes to cut-up poems and your poem give an inpiration to this...


roll the wind
roll
roll-oll-roll

drink and sleep:
you: the early bird:

seabird
robotbird

filled with radiosummers
roll
roll-oll-roll

roll the wind




So thank You for the enjoyable reading, your enjoyable poem!

PO Johnson said...

This is really good.