Saturday, September 10, 2016

Robert Verdon, #294, Tomorrow


what have I to say
when it’s late and I’m tired
and feel washed out
like the old bags of blue my mother
used in those days
the future boiling like a copper
at the moment I feel I am
only pencilled on the air
and time is leaking like grammar
tonight only bed can float me to
tomorrow

6 comments:

  1. 'at the moment I feel I am/only pencilled on the air/and time is leaking like grammar'
    Domestic images followed by the fragility in those three terrific lines.

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  2. ta, Lizz — that's how I felt last night, not sure why.

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  3. ..time..leaking like grammar....what an unexpected, and wonderful, image and idea...

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  4. Never pleasant to read this font and cramped layout, but I like some of the images in this one.

    the future boiling like a copper
    at the moment I feel I am
    only pencilled on the air
    and time is leaking like grammar

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  5. dear robbie that is wonderful stop sleep is more important than tomorrow stop I will forgive every font stop

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