Here is another poem I wrote in Estonia. It's pretty straight forward and self-explanatory.
YOU PLAY THE HAND YOU’RE GIVEN 2
I place my card
on the payment square
it buzzes
a red x flashes
unperturbed
I sit down
It’s not everyday
I fare dodge on a tram
I look about me
no one turns a hair
Seven stops later I get off
Yes I did fare dodge that trip. Then I worked out the location of the card machine. This next poem is also from the same trip.
A tenor weaves an old tune
breathes new life around the buildings
the wind is set on distort
as if each note had a different weight
and could only be carried only so far
If I had a voice
I would sing the words
Yes I did hear a tenor sax playing in the street. Actually I jotted down the bare bones of the poem while I waited for the tram!
Brooke Sharkey has just released a video of her beautiful new single.
Until next time.
