All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views |
Was going to write something for Daily Poem (he could say every day). Can't seem to keep up with the prompts lately. But, still hashing out the contest's instructions in my thoughts, I come up with something totally unsubmittable. My mind keeps going in different directions when it wants to express... Out the window Orange and black parka walks a leash Russet flat cutouts twirl on stems hung precarious, sail off Waves of brown ponds crash Two black circles spin about backward-rolling chrome Sent away by roar of compressed pistons Fading down the street A lamp glows inside the pane A hollow, colorless Picasso image emerges Looks upon a doubtful man An organ fires inside its cylinder Never ending, never casting off Always, from early hours to early hours, Viewing a streaked scene. Rewrite: Out the window: Orange and black parka walks a leash. Flat, russet cutouts twirl on stems hung precarious, one by one sail off. Waves of brown ponds crash. Two black circles spin about backward-rolling chrome, sent away by roar of compressed pistons, fade down the street. Dim lamp imbues the pane: hollow, colorless Picasso image emerges looks upon a doubtful man. An organ fires inside its cylinder never ending, never casting off. Stalled. Wheels spun out in the bloody mud from early hours to early hours viewing a streaked scene, glass frosting over a sound-deadened amphitheater. |