nearly died once
life goes on
so do cars and
bicycles and wind-bells and clichés
in my street
on and on
like a droning
preacher or P.M.
a siren whistles and
waffles
I feel like rowing a
boat down the main drag
like de Nerval
taking his lobster for a walk
there is potential
outside my window
yet no one knows it
and it seems the
whole bloody world wears baseball caps.
In a mad suburban/city way this expresses so well that strange place we find ourselves in when there is a loss or other emergency and we can't understand why the rest of the world seems so untouched ...
ReplyDeleteyes, I often feel that way, maybe it's our lot as poets
DeletePS baseball caps - lol
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