as promised...

for nathan (a poetry production line poem)


the future, he says, is commin down on us
like a hotsh ot freight train

running straigh through the petting zoo...
of my soul

for the future is furry, but with sharp sharp teeth

THE SHARP TEETH OF THE BAYONNET
THE BITING FURY OF BATTLE GEAR

battle gear that impresses upon the dreams of my dear
husband
who remains forever occupied by recreational activities.



written on September 28th, 2005 as part of the inaugural HAP/iamb Poetry Production Line by Jack Kerouac, a clown, a poet with a black, black soul, a war poet (sadly, not featured) and Ms. 19th Century.




p.s. liam ford just posted three amazing poems on his blog. read them here, here and (especially) here.