The moon grows antlers and stops wearing clothes.
All gives way to the vast x of space and time.
The cost, a penniless bird invisible in the veins,
Nudges for wingspan, like standing close to a passing train.
The cities of the Midwest are wild with the loneliness of the cosmos.
A penciled in whereabouts for a heart.
Synapses like the appetite of electric shoelaces…dizzy and untied.
The heart leaps grave canyons neighing stars. Only the ridiculous will survive.
Okay lost. Okay peanut butter and dusk sandwiches. Okay angels stole my socks.
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cosmically comic and awesome at the same time; a terrific opening, great images of lonesomeness and that statement which gives me hope : ‘only the ridiculous will survive’ 🙂 one of your best !!!
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Thanks John. Cosmically comic…I love that! Really glad you think so.
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you really nailed it this time, Bob; and that opening is a killer !
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Thanks John! You’re comment put a big smile on my face. Much appreciated.
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I love the first and last lines, but the whole poem is phenomenal. Brilliant work, Bob!
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Thank you!!
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Bob strikes again! I know I’m repeating myself but what you are able to create in one sentence is absolutely astonishing. Being from the midwest, I was, of course, drawn to – “The cities of the Midwest are wild with the loneliness of the cosmos.” Immediately reminds me of the spooky stillness of walking home through dark suburban streets, safe as can be as in no gangs or gunshots, but very lonely.
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Thanks Steve. I’ve always considered Buffalo part of the Midwest. So I know what you mean about those lonely walks.
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In our village, there were stretches of no street lights and then suddenly, in the distance, we could see the lit up 7/11 and all the miracles that waited for us…..candy bars when were kids and then cigarettes and then rolling papers and lottery tickets, cigars. I don’t think it sold beer or booze or porno magazines. Oh well, no place is perfect.
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Sounds pretty close to perfect to me!
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Those first 6 lines are sensational! I love the opening and then the discussion of loneliness is so delicate and yet so vivid and powerful. Amazing!
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Thank you Worms! I’m very happy you think so.
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I absolutely love this whole poem. Especially from:
“A pencilled in whereabouts for a heart” to the synapses line to:
“The heart leaps grave canyons neighing stars. Only the ridiculous will survive.”
Adore this! Right down to your socks.
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Thank you! Haha…love the right down to your socks.
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