Walking: Industrial Malaise: Yet the Cosmos is Everywhere

In the ankles 
Of lonely walks, in the upward held collar of coat,
In the unpressed trousers
Of earth and wind, in the vacuum of chance, in the
Defeated, the weary, the plagiarized origami of angels,

~

It started small:
The hallucination of gas giants,
The dexterous poetry of the late twenty-fourth century,
The refusal to retreat into the priority of self. 

Tangled up with time, void ready,
Alive to the heather of electromagnetic fuzz.

~

The city curls in on itself
And you with it.

Going forward, 
There will be lines and metaphors,

But no words.

~

Like a stack of bricks
A few years into
Laying on the ground,

Like the waffle maker
You hate to clean,

Speech is playing the odds.

16 thoughts on “Walking: Industrial Malaise: Yet the Cosmos is Everywhere

  1. magnificent , Bob: who cares what it means; I just love the wild, unbridled imagery; y favourite? well, a few: ”the plagiarised origami of angels’ and ‘the hallucination of as giants’ ; and that quotidian reference: ‘the waffle maker you hate to clean’ : magic, sheer absurd magic 🙂

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    1. Thanks John! I’m glad you think so. Sometimes my lack of “plot” make me doubt what I’m writing. But as you say, it’s the images I really chase. So thank you again, I really appreciate the support.

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      1. Both. It’s great if I can get most of the poem written all at once. Though lately that is the exception. More often, I keep something like a journal, and over time, after a lot of editing, piece together a poem.

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      2. Ah, that’s interesting. When you are piecing a poem together do you do it with a direction or theme in mind or do you just flow along with the pieces? If that makes sense. Thank you for taking time to answer my earlier question. Its really interesting to see another’s writing perspective. Continuing to wish you well!

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      3. I would say I am more likely to flow along. Though I wouldn’t say I necessarily ignore theme. There has to be some thread that ties it together. Even if it isn’t exactly clear. If this makes sense?

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      4. It does make sense 😀 I really like how you have put it. Would you say that thread would perhaps be like an emotion or what you want to express in that moment?

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      5. It does make sense. I am really thankful for you taking the time to let me know a little bit more about your writing process. It has been insightful and I am ever grateful. Continuing to wish you all the best!

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  2. I don’t know how I missed seeing this one. I most especially love the first part:

    In the ankles
    Of lonely walks, in the upward held collar of coat,
    In the unpressed trousers
    Of earth and wind, in the vacuum of chance, in the
    Defeated, the weary, the plagiarized origami of angels,

    I just love “In the unpressed trousers / Of earth and wind” but really it’s the whole thing. It’s astonishingly beautiful and sad.

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