07-13-2022, 10:43 AM
I read this title as Worldview Avenue.
That's not the poem I'm reading.
I, these last few months, start my writing before I read the poem. As I am now.
Walking the cooling asphalt at twilight
there’s no mistaking our sins
no mistaking our sins
misleading us into a summer night
mis- ?
with rumors of an escaped mental patient
with rumors of
who scratches at our screens with a butcher knife.
my gerund exposition was deleted but is relevant. who
Behind a jumble of decrepit rabbit hutches
a root-wrecked wall in our backyard
jumble of decrepit isn't strong here / nor Behind
nor in our backyard
protects us from spies creeping down the hillside.
I see and feel the childhood flavor of that. Protection from spies down the hillside.
rootwreck is a concept to play with
Rootwreck Rootwreck is an image to start with
The tree snake climbing through the cedar
offers no promises of knowledge[,] or power.
We’ve always lived here, no neighbors
that's a standout line
to know us for what we are. We listen,
to the country and western songs ofn distant radios,
and watch dancing static on a black and white TV,
static dancing . . . why that order of words? ?
imagining its patterns will tell us when it’s time:
that instead of it, a flat that
pattern
time to flee or make a final stand
escape, upstand
or burn the grandmother's Bible
(I got carried away)
or to burn a grandmother’s tattered Bible
just to see the flames. This is home,
but its history rejects us, disbelieving liars,
for the pain of return, luring our street away.
I didn't have anything to say pro or con, the last stanza.
That's not the poem I'm reading.
I, these last few months, start my writing before I read the poem. As I am now.
Walking the cooling asphalt at twilight
there’s no mistaking our sins
no mistaking our sins
misleading us into a summer night
mis- ?
with rumors of an escaped mental patient
with rumors of
who scratches at our screens with a butcher knife.
my gerund exposition was deleted but is relevant. who
Behind a jumble of decrepit rabbit hutches
a root-wrecked wall in our backyard
jumble of decrepit isn't strong here / nor Behind
nor in our backyard
protects us from spies creeping down the hillside.
I see and feel the childhood flavor of that. Protection from spies down the hillside.
rootwreck is a concept to play with
Rootwreck Rootwreck is an image to start with
The tree snake climbing through the cedar
offers no promises of knowledge[,] or power.
We’ve always lived here, no neighbors
that's a standout line
to know us for what we are. We listen,
to the country and western songs ofn distant radios,
and watch dancing static on a black and white TV,
static dancing . . . why that order of words? ?
imagining its patterns will tell us when it’s time:
that instead of it, a flat that
pattern
time to flee or make a final stand
escape, upstand
or burn the grandmother's Bible
(I got carried away)
or to burn a grandmother’s tattered Bible
just to see the flames. This is home,
but its history rejects us, disbelieving liars,
for the pain of return, luring our street away.
I didn't have anything to say pro or con, the last stanza.