The last of the morning fog on the pane.
The full-spooled
Moon for a handkerchief. A sweater with feral seams.
A bicycle that is in love with the sea.
Boxcar sounds in the distance.
A feeling of general unease
Beautiful as ditch flowers and
Make believe tattoos.
The feeling of turning a corner
That never goes away.
And there is nothing else to
Eat, only the flowers born from volcanoes.
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I love that ‘sweater with feral seams’ and that ‘bicycle in love with the sea’ and those ‘ditch flowers’ and ‘boxcar sounds in the distance’: a poem of unraveling, celebrating the Jack Kerouac spirit; terrific — into my book it goes 🙂
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Thanks! I’m glad you mentioned Kerouac. Someone gave me On The Road when I was 18. And that book changed me life. It always puts a smile on my face when i get into your book!
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you’ve done better that most, Bob: over the years I’ve warmed to your surrealism: it unlocked a rigidity in my writing —
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Thanks, John. I remember one of the first poems of yours that I read, where you compare skid marks in a parking lot to calligraphy. I remember saying, that’s how to look at the world. You’re attention to everyday details has certainly influenced me.
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yes, I remember that one; thanks Bob 🙂
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Wow! THis is stunning, Bob! Those final 2 lines took my breath away
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it, and especially the last tow lines.
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Like so many of your poems Bob, there’s a feeling of motion in both the content and the writing style. “The feeling of turning a corner That never goes away” is a remarkable reminder to keep going, to never stop searching or writing or whatever it is we do. I need that this morning….every morning.
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Thanks Steve. I’m glad you connected with the motion, the turning a corner that never goes away. I’m sure our conversations about bus rides going out west was a big influence on this one.
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What fantastical, surreal imagery! I love the way you marry the real and the unreal in your poetry. Always evocative. Beautifully done, Bob!
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Thank you! I think we are both fans of the cosmic/surreal. Glad you liked this one.
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