Wednesday, August 17, 2011

POEM: "The Art Of China"

The Art Of China

WW in prison
as a punishment
the guards make him
wash his own clothes

(Never pleasure for them both)

Pavement night
there was no moon
summer impenetrable
a beggar lay beating
long summer odds
feigning sleep

To walk on, to hum
to admire the skulls

(What's that in Chinese?)

Around the clock
& inches away
they're shouting
they want you to wake up

Get back on board!


Then write again.

© 2011 Rob Schackne

No comments:

Post a Comment