the power-cut at the main street

The power-cut at the main street

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Outside, the sound of pollution rises.

Midday, hustling around for nickels, sweats.

The power-cut has picked up a book,

The words dance before PC-eyes.

A French window, ajar let lights in.

A hereto-unknown colleague opens

His story page illustrated with

The rumblings an off-colored life.

Strange. Others see that a mirror-house

Slowly consumes the skins and accents.

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Is the sound of pollution generators kicking in? Does line two say 'but life goes on'? And the poor old PC eyes can't look at the PC. And so to the book? Reduced to natural light? Some far off opens up a read-request? Hmm, is the power cut an internal power cut within the poet? Everyond is equal in the mirror house? Looking back, the pollution could symbolise a writers block...and the power cut could be a failure of inspiration. How am I doing? Badly, I suspect!

[Kasey Klein]

A great 'view' my friend.