Close Proximity Poem by Robert Sheridan

Census perceived 45’degreed
Too much noise deafened
Darkness to takers un-dazzled
Close proximity view hindered
Obscurity unparallel-lied
They were not within our notice
Fire escape us or we them
Intangible sense of ‘let down your hair’ repulsion
Ugly classes decayed and saddened
Effect of the un-beauteous measured and clanned
Whilst the writing hand was unfamiliar
The tensions of stern conditions categorized
Faecal bodies in close proximity acquired
Method of ‘to whom the bell’ throes inadequate
“Work it out, work it out” close proximity lucrative
Embodiment of the immigrant soul scarred character
Philosophically impotent, reduced their individual strength,
“Don’t come to your census, ” and now that we mentioned, streets of scold are paved with compression, except by some analogous vigor, required occupation the Great War; to that they say, “k-k-k-krazy, ugly krazy, you’re the only w-w-w-war that we abhor; the s-s-s-sun never shines over the tenements, and we’ll all be cowering behind the k-k-k-kitchen door ... in close proximity as frightening as the war! ”

'2006'