The seeking

               I heard this poem
        on the radio
           they were playing
                                              drum and bass
    the death was alive
and a sitar looped
in explanation
                                                        as the broadcast
              faded                                            into white
                          reflecting
                                                                      off the hills
                                       something new
something different
                 a womans voice
                 a transaction
                 a program
                                                       to pay her rent
      and persuade us

I wanted the tabla
            copy and pasted
       over everything
                                                 the prison in Folsom
                                     folded up
like an origami guffaw
                                                        burning
                  on the bronzegreen bridge
                                     far above the things
                                surfacing to scope
                                      the ample flakes of ash


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2 thoughts on “The seeking

  1. writingfrommyworld

    I really enjoyed the flow of this. At a glance, I didn’t expect much rhythmically from this, but while I was reading it there was a beat in my head. Like a rap, but maybe more spoken word? I could see this being performed.

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