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
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.