bursting down broadway blazing with mozart
the paramount tosses out onto lacquered pavement
bundled parcels under deco neon
(mozart forty-one tonight! etc. etc. etc.)
clouds withdraw from canopied skies: a curtain for the stage:
the tangled web of heaven
bearing the spent orb of earth
serpentine slither whines
in subterranean link
securing others’ far away to less away than broadway
doorways, jambways, chainways,
sleeping rags in bagways
iron-on gates in storeways
bedrooms cardboard rollaways
empty socket eyeways
darkened castoff lumpaways
broad portal, boulevard, wide avenue,
the burial site, grave, coffin, never cocoon
(cocoons need spring)
canopied skies pour solvents- the respite cleansing
like the rough grip of sandpaper number two
sweeping the living decay from one end to the other and back again
and the occasional mozart blazing away
wow. i love the way you talked about mozart and the art of music
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an eye you have! You paint the scene richly, embroidering it all the while with the little things that you observe, the homeless people, the way in which the neon and the bright lights 'hide' somehow the dreadful plight of these people. And of course Mozart could be playing and someone somewhere most probably drinking champagne from a very fine crystal etched goblet..... Brilliant and clever! HG: -) xx