Greetings for the start of the calendar year. I am preoccupied at the moment with compiling a new collection. More on that in the near future. Here is a revised poem. You can read the original here.
SLACK LINE BLUES
bright orange
synthetic
stretched between two trees
this ordinary haulage strap
simply is
and oh how it attracts
you feel you must walk the length
of this renegade sine wave
it oscillates
bucks
like life
you can only learn as you go
only realising your mistake
at the end as you fall
I just happened to be looking at it the other day and I thought it could be better. It has changed quite radically. It was inspired by a low line at a festival and how everyone that passed by it felt the need to attempt to walk its length.
this week monday
arrived on tuesday
outstayed wednesday
tripped up thursday
flattened friday
put the mockers on the weekend
and then it was monday again
The above piece of nonsense just popped into my head the other day so I thought I would share it.
Here's Sufjan Stevens from his new album.
Until next time.
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