Friday, 29 April, 2005

Oh, I see, April is International Poetry month Well that explains a lot. Anyway this is another poem I wrote. It's meant to go with the ones from last week, part of a set it seems. I think I will gather all these and others, and stick them into a single page under the "essays and stories" button at some point Tydings The air in the hallway is not stale still I am reminded how much like the air on the ship it is. (the aircraft carrier I called home one year) steel passageways sweat condensing on green and white paint a bright scent cut by tones of motor-oil jet-fuel grease, and linoleum tile heat rises off the tile here in the still hall rather air heats and expands thined out pushed around colder denser air sinks and slips below where the dark floor warmed (by the sun radiating through the window) waits the sense of institution is carried up by this air flowing easy warmth chalkdust gathered in the cracks pounded in like oakum, lines that braced a word to a board seal the deck A memo stapled tight outlines its plan in sure language these hallways are all the same! beyond the window, on the street outside lens ripples curl the air above the black pavement folding the open distance 11:54:41 PM    comment [];trackback [];

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