trying to trace the blood trail back
just ends in Jackson Pollock
suburbs no longer indelible
huddle together, shoulder
to shoulder
our transient resident status
rubber stamped, as articulate pavements
speak with more brilliance than any politician
of the carcasses of buildings
and the weight of feet
of burning bins
24hr courts use law
as a communal comfort blanket
poet laureates call us
to our knees
all the boroughs I’ve glimpsed
through the perspex of a double-decker bus
all the high streets
that have blurred into terraced matrixes
now leaning through my TV
a beginners guide
to citizenry
bookmark still
in the index
7 comments:
the carcasses of building, weighted feet and burning bins...nice grit of the city right there...love the title and its ref in the verse as well...piliticans dont live in that part of the city so they will never know...smiles. nice pollock ref too...
I loved this, Cat. I too liked the line about the carcasses of building and burning bins. Very kool. I like reading about cities and places I haven't been. Great descriptions.
ha - hate to be repetitive but also loved the building carcasses and burning bins...the gritty touch and heartblood you've worked into your write...great
Hey Cat,
Great 2 c u @ the bar.
I can really feel the zeitgeist flowing thru your piece.
Some great word play and links with some hard imagery...and you even managed to ref The great JP.
Bonus!
great flow and imagery thank you
Wonderful! There is angst and emotion in your words. Felt, poet! Am loving this traveling adventure this evening :)
The first two lines are absolutely killer!
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