Wednesday, December 1, 2010

POEM: "In Space"

In Space


I.

The gray squirrels hesitate
Somebody’s got to go there first
We think it’s all been explored


II.

In the little brown room
In the box within the box
Within the box where
You play games of marbles
Against the hollow wall


III.

What is la vita mia?
Why do you whistle so?
It’s enough that you’re happy there
Holding something solid


IV.

The drill connects with the hammer
Connects with your new house


V.

Last night 3 deep in the club
All were refugees of music
Joy Division was covered


VI.

You weren’t there.



©2010 Rob Schackne

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