Jet set hustler
Bored drifting to and fro
Reliving all the sensitive postcards
Again and again and again and again
Each subsequent vision
Gathers time
Like moss on a stone
Up ridges you muster
To peaks unknown
Looking to the farmyards
They look like termites in their pen
Wandering in derision
Voiceless mimes
In persistent measured moans
Rust belt duster
In the ozone
Like painted tarot cards
They dance a new jig and then
Writhe in their very own precision
Tart like limes
Remembering the feel of go
that last stanza rocks...stellar imagery and flow from image to image...i used to be a jet setter...was fun for a bit but dont really miss it...
ReplyDeleteReally topped off your posts by the ton today..lol...with the most visual and image inducing piece.
ReplyDeleteThey look like termites in their pen
Wandering in derision
Was a great line, you really brought it out today. Had to double take on this one, but it does seem to have the same theme as the others, nicely done.
Tart like limes
ReplyDeleteRemembering the feel of go
rather like these lines
some nice imagery here...the termites in the pen and the ozone like tarot cards..creates some pictures in my head..
ReplyDeleteBrian, I hear that, well miss it from time to time a bit, really glad you enjoyed this piece, thanks for the visit:)
ReplyDeletePat, yeah been in a bit of a mood lately, could have put a couple more with similar themes but chose against it, glad you enjoyed this piece, thanks for the visit:)
ReplyDeleteHull, glad you enjoyed the piece, thanks for stopping in :)
ReplyDeleteClaudia, thanks for the visit, really glad you enjoyed the poem, thanks:)
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