Hello (Enter Your City Here).

[BeinGeneric]

Hello Columbus.
Thanks for the job filling boxes.
We all stand up and I shake the snow from the hem of my pants.
Struggle to pull those witty lines
From the T.V. to your lips.
I am more accustomed to satellite behavior
I learn by bouncing from bed to bed.
Where way beneath bed sheets,
Beneath box spring,
Beneath floorboard,
I have to grab my things and go.
The same song from 1970
Shows me those red dots on the floor
Are more mine than yours.

 

[plazma]

That's one damned interesting piece of work. I love the abstract nature of this kind of poetry, and admittedly I'm starting to attempt to do a little myself.
Tidy!
-plaz out-

 

[BeinGeneric]

thanks.
I look forward to reading your experiments.