Some Dirt in the Eye

a robot of wings, a skateboard ramp of dusk, somehow dirt in eye, a blister ephemeral, a doorway that lacks a sense of direction,

a robot of twigs, a drinking fountain that somewhere in the chapters on sleepless nights, are the outlines of poems, bankrupt in paradise,

robot of final stanza, cordless, lopsided of dreams, in the shoes of long summer walks, a lost summery/summary by the author, a vision of information and how it travels,

a simple word, and a second simple word, and so on, till it is finally simple enough,

according to legend, all such declarations, on the surface of rain puddles, the dandelion grows on an allowance of curb, in the rain…with a brick in one hand

12 thoughts on “Some Dirt in the Eye

  1. Brilliant, Bob! So intriguing! Such mysterious intentions, or a feeling of stumbling upon revelations in the underbelly of the city at dusk. I love all of it but these lines were particularly striking:

    “a skateboard ramp of dusk” – love this image, something so active finally resting. The peaceful slope of it.

    “a doorway that lacks a sense of direction”

    “a simple word, and a second simple word, and so on, till it is finally simple enough,” – which is how difficult it is to write a poem sometimes!

    “all such declarations, on the surface of rain puddles” – like, what is the truth?

    But the whole thing is great 🙂

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  2. i love this. there’s something eerie and exciting about how robots and nature play see saw in the first three paragraphs and then it slips into simplicity in the fourth. i’ve been in a bad mood since last night and now, i feel there’s a chance to get back to basics which for me is baseball. thanks Bob.

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  3. I love the idea of the dandelion with a brick in hand. Charming, and timely.

    “a simple word, and a second simple word, and so on, till it is finally simple enough”

    And what is the simplest of words? Only a breath, I suppose. An exhalation.

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    1. The dandelion with a brick in hand does seem timely. The planet is taking a lot of abuse lately. I don’t know if I had something of an answer to the question, simplest of words. I love your response to it, a breath, an exhalation. Thank you!!

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