Monday, January 30, 2012

Mistaken Constellations

Today, the world is measured
in gum splats on the sidewalk.
Expectorated gum is the mistaken
and overlooked punctuation
of the population.

I once thought there was a story
to be written between each spot,
that This Could Be Art,
but the idea was little more
than a dog wearing a sweater.

Still, I love the city. Today, a man cuts
into stale bread with scissors,
and pigeons purl
at his feet, rainy greys,
oily violets. The sky
is a rowboat of blue,
and under it, a division
of architecture.

At night, the stars
mimic the gum
and a friend’s orange hat
bobs on the waves
of people ahead of me,
a buoy that directs
this way, this way.


Hintorious! said...

I'm really envious of the image of the man cutting stale bread with scissors - I'm envious, really, of all of your imagery. Strong and daring and accented by bold colors.

gary barwin said...


Love the gum constellations. Which makes chewing astrophysics.

Indigo Bunting said...

I think I'm in love.