Wow

Here’s a poem I found by a david ignatow and it made me say wow. Its called “Moving Picture” and it’s always nice to find things that remind me that I should t be so hard on myself, because writing this good is really hard and rare…

When two take gas
by mutual consent
and the cops come in
when the walls are broken down
and the doctor pays respects
by closing the books
and the neighbors stand about
sniffing and afraid
and the papers run a brief
under a whiskey ad
and the news is read
eating ice cream or a fruit
and the paper is used
to wrap peelings
and the garbage man
dumps the barrel
into the truck
and the paper flares
in the furnace and sinks back
charred and is scooped up
for mud flats and pressed down
by steam rollers for hard ground
and a house on it
for two to enter

Wow, indeed. Thanks for posting this.

Super. =D>