. . . eyes stained with clouds . . .
-Joseph Brodsky, “Törnfallet”
And smeared with the smoke of tailpipes
are the legs
all the way through
these brand new jeans.
The chest took a bullet from the expanse
and left it blue
to prove that space
fills everything
And distance is not subject to time
they’ve been
discontinued.
Get used to it as eyes drift from books
and up to the sky
Anything can change
even if only
for a trial run.
June 10th, 2012 at 4:09 pm
Everything changes, trial runs or otherwise….
From: “There is a meadow in Sweden
where I lie smitten…”
To: “The chest took a bullet from the expanse
and left it blue”
I like your poem.
Randy
June 12th, 2012 at 1:12 am
Great post! I nominated your blog for the Versatile Blogger Award– More info can be found here– http://fictionalmachines.wordpress.com/2012/06/11/the-versatile-blogger-award-nomination/