Saturday, February 10, 2007

Poem, from the vaults

Refrain: I go down to the river, but I don’t get there

Where the guy with the beard plays his radio

We wish our rocking chairs were visible

We don’t have no lovers nor ice cream

The pigeons look like ink brushes

And the sunset their watercolor

I just put it together

It falls apart a little

The cars driving upstream below

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like the image of the sunset painted by birds. =)

K. Ross Hoffman said...

what happens to the poem when it is ascribed Labels? is the title the Title?

meanwhile, are labels be made Useful? and how?

i like the line spaces and no full stops.

THE FIRE BOSS (aka EFF BEE) said...

Well, I'm not sure this poem has either a title or a Title. The title of the post is not the poem's title.

I imagine that labels were invented to be Useful, but I think in blogger's case they're mostly useful for creating clever commentary on one's own writing. Useful for decoration, not organization.

Thanks, gents.

Mark said...

i liked