All This Is That: Poem: Mad Song

Monday, January 02, 2006

Poem: Mad Song

In the kitchen in repose
Tuna tap at their cans with power
Wheat rustles in golden rows
Inside the bag of flour

All the mirrors and windows
Are crumbling back to sand
The wooden floors moan and bruise
Everywhere I stand

Late at night cockroaches sing
Lined up in an all-star choir
Voices so low I can't hear a thing
But they seem to be getting higher.
---o0o---

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: Who's gettin' higher, Jack?; 1/04/2006
Keekee Brummet said...: Good one! I was talking about the 'roaches voices...but I like this take on it maybe even better.

I wrote a poem a couple of months ago about how I sometimes don't know exactly what part of a poem means until someone tells me...

Sometimes I don't know
What it means
Until someone else tells me

http://jackbrummet.blogspot.com/2005/11/poem-variations_25.html

/jack; 1/05/2006

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