Poem Of The Month: February 2011
As I cruise in tunnel vision
hedges, fields blur backwards
in peripheral watercolour green.
I steer phrases, feelings, rhythms
into gaps I never filled, never knew
existed. I wait for clutches of incubating
words to yield yellow chicks, watch
in wonder as they stagger
from brittle, broken shells.
When green turns to grey
vision widens into fisheye.
Twin metronomes clear streams
of consciousness like cleansing
a blackboard of cyphers. Once
again on spinning coin wheels
I am absorbed into torpedo flow
aimed at city’s heart.
Road by Bobby Mikul
City Pollution by Peter Griffin
Copyright Text © Michael Massey 2010
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