Monday, June 20, 2016

POEM: "The Bicycle In A Tree"

The Bicycle In A Tree

The interpretive work
Of being human the dirt
Under those table legs the
Dirt under the speakers yes
The pretty dirt in our minds
The skirting boards the dust
That follows for ten months
The years that we just let go
There’s no point to it no 

All those bicycles in a tree
Being dumb seeking truth
A vacuum cleaning nothing
A loud monkey shedding hair.

© 2015 Rob Schackne

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