Poetry from NHI publications
(for kris and pete in the wilderness)
now you are balanced on either end of a straw|
beneath you lies nothing or everything
you cannot move forward, you have reached
the walls you made for yourselves and now must climb them.
now we are falling into a dream
there is nothing for any of us
but walls walls walls and more walls
and now comes the green monster
chasing snarling, breathing fire
and literature and values and standards
for consumption by
the scene and the anti-scene.
now we are balanced on a straw
beneath us lies nothing and everything
we are all up against walls
climbing, climbing up towards the next straw.
the one disinterested finger
unenclosed and aimless
plays with buttons,
and the standards that are like walls
shake us off and we are rubble,
nothing or everything.
now we are without balance, without walls
and without straws,
we are balanced at either end of ourselves
while you sit, mumbling and groping
in a darkness occupied by words.
The Hallamshire & Osgoldcross Poetry Express #3
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