.
Even my resilience is limited
The crashing silence of the palm trees
The rubber ball is on its
Eight thousandth bounce
The logic of elasticity
Is growing blurred
It is 5:19 A.M.
I have a feeling
Like being X-rayed
In the privacy of my house
Palm tree and sun in smoke, Socal: photo by Alora Manley, 2007
Electric chair at Sing Sing Prison, Ossining, N.Y., c. 1900 (George Eastman House)
2 comments:
Very nicely compiled Tom ..
I liked
The logic of elasticity
is getting blurred very much.
Keep writing ..
I like reading you.
Aditya,
These Stoogism poems were written some time back while living in Southern California, a place which seems (or seemed to me anyway) to blur all forms of logic...
Thanks, I like reading you too.
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