life and living

nature

concrete poetry

 

 

ITíS ONLY REAL

Itís only real if it happens in California.
She brushes biscuit crumbs slowly from her dress,
watching a busy flicker of lives across the screen.
This room is cosy, if a little cramped.

She brushes biscuit crumbs slowly from her dress
and watches the nightly show from across the planet.
This room is cosy, if a little cramped.
Wind howls around the corner of the building.

While she watches the nightly show from across the planet,
carefully she dons her pyjamas, creeps into bed.
Wind howls around the corner of the building.
The radio is handy if sleep fails.

Carefully she dons her pyjamas, creeps into bed,
while the U.S. president denounces the axis of evil.
The radio is handy if sleep fails.
Music on the F.M. station is relaxing.

The U.S. president denounces the axis of evil.
The nurse will bring fresh tablets in the morning.
Music on the F.M. station is relaxing.
A handful of rain flings at the closed window.

The nurse will bring fresh tablets in the morning.
She watches a busy flicker of lives across the screen.
A handful of rain flings at the closed window.
Itís only real if it happens in California.

 Lynette M. Arden

 

 

 

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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Lynette M. Arden 2002 - 2003