Saturday, June 06, 2009

from train 21

mind the gap mind the rush
pigeons on pronged claws

mind the cologne overdose
every separate death
mind the uniform that moves the broom

don’t look take it easy have a great day
step fast from the doors upon disembarking

mind the pigeons
plunging through the sky
like a dirty hand through water

7 comments:

Ron. said...

Jesus, Sloat, can I be you, even just for a day? Can I walk around behind your eyeballs, have a thought even half as inspired?

If I weren't so sane & lazy, and you weren't so far away I'd be stalking you right now.

I'm going to stop reading your poetry. It bums me out.

SarahJane said...

ah ron. I've never forgiven you for the kickass "kitkat" poem. laugh.

lucas said...

That final image: wow.

Toni Clark said...

Yikes! This is superlative. Ditto Ron. The dirty hand is brilliant.

SarahJane said...

Thanks for reading.

Sorlil said...

The dirty hand through water is a stunning image!

Matt D said...

Bravo! I love the images in this poem.

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