A coat and tie stops
a passing shopping cart
to ask if it can spare
some freedom or maybe
a few pieces of mind.
The shopping cart
ignores the intrusion
and mumbles
“quit yer job asshole”.
A group of ponytails
A group of ponytails
and short skirts peer
over a construction fence
to ogle the hard hats
as they sweat
in the late afternoon sun.
A new pair
A new pair
of black Florsheims
stalk the sidewalk
in search
of an unsuspecting
pile of dog shit
or a freshly discarded
piece of chewing gum.
The desk clock
The desk clock
refuses to move a hand
and instead
flies a bird salute
at the pressed empty shirt
that sits in the chair
once occupied
by possibility.
SMG
SMG
11 comments:
woohoo...steve is in the pub...nice to see you..smiles
love the poem...esp. the first and last stanza..the asking the shopping cart if it can spare some freedom and its rather down to earth answer..ha..it's that easy...right..? then the image with the clock hand...the empty pressed shirt..dang...tight write steve
damn, first thing to see is that big pile of sh**... way to start. heh.
your poem is very honest, loved where you took me - oh, and the last stanza is fantastic.
So bitter. I was expecting a turn of events, but the tone is consistent -- I would have loved to have been surprised. But life often ain't like that, eh? Just walkin' down the street, watching worlds that condemn each other.
PS -- you've got CAPTCHA turned on for this site. It is a pain in the ass for us older folks. Maybe consider turning it off??
dang steve, you turn reality on its head...ha, i think my shoes do look for shit to step in at times...lol...quit your job, ha...you def rocked the prompt...strong imagery and symbolism...
It is a strong poem
Sorry, my comment was chopped for some reason. I meant, it is highly visual and melancholic. It somehow reminds me of the sadness or ennui one might feel when walking down the street and focusing on certain details.
I really, really liked this!! Thought provoking for sure, especially the 1st stanza!! :-)
Dude, this is fricking awesome. You rule. This is probably the best poem I've read all night.
i can imagine all the clothes and widgets alive and keeping the same rhythm without people. perhaps they already lead the dance =)
A thinking person's poem. Great comparisons and I love the last stanza.
eden
Very well done, brought to my mind the acicular wit of Tom Robbins.
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