progress or Brownian
motion?
just sixteen years, finding refuge in
Shakespeare and Sheridan and Mary Shelley
some sort of sense emerges
when taken with Marx
speeding up, a bug on a windscreen
wishing to be behind the wheel
how the wind sweeps
through the camera
when the back is turned
Wonderful. I like how the poem ends, but are you happy to have three definite articles here:
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when the back is turned
Thanks Myron — that is how these final lines came to me but you may be right
DeleteAh, terrific, Robbie. (You're in a storm, on a roll, I reckon.) And terrific the odd tension you have marked out in that small space. How we wish to be before - or before it happens. It Marx me too. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's the lingering effects of that 'supermoon'…
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