poets in public
by Kristopher Gordon Hall
open heart
surging.
an open heart with valves l u n g i n g
out of an old man reciting poetry
on Pike St.
to no one in particular.
his face has been mangled
by too much definition;
surgically cut and tapered
by every expression he has
ever made.
he is a gallery of unfinished
effigies
of tire-irons welded together
dusting and rusting over
serving no purpose yet
much too massive to ignore.
this oblique obelisk triggers
and helps in developing
a sentient note
without the use of a metronome,
fusing invisibly in public
with our open hearts
surging.
“Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.†–William Carlos Williams–
Good one! I appreciated that section towards the middle: “he is a gallery of unfinished effigies of tire-irons welded together dusting and rusting over serving no purpose yet much too massive to ignore.”
–Strong imagery paying close attention to sound. Thanks for sharing!
I appreciate the feedback. If you’re interested, I also do spoken word recordings at kmwgh.bandcamp.com