Loryndalar_Sa (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} loryndalar_sa) wrote,@ 2008-12-06 13:46:00 |
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Travel Poems - 06/12/08
Two:
An uncommon chill holds us
but is not taken by the hooks of us, inside.
Only the defeating bubble
shrinks on us, and in our car, cooled,
late in our Malaysian night,
we visit neighbouring kafes
to drink tea, or abstain,
and are smaller--surrounded,
but untaken--by unrequited rain.
Three:
Snippets of foreign language soaps
translated into other foreignities--
languages, only sweetly lingual.
Four:
The cycle helmet sits abandoned;
not the head of a man;
not the skull of a giant, plastic,
man--but almost--I think it
a queer, smooth head
and laugh, its neck ragged,
filling with rain.
Two:
An uncommon chill holds us
but is not taken by the hooks of us, inside.
Only the defeating bubble
shrinks on us, and in our car, cooled,
late in our Malaysian night,
we visit neighbouring kafes
to drink tea, or abstain,
and are smaller--surrounded,
but untaken--by unrequited rain.
Three:
Snippets of foreign language soaps
translated into other foreignities--
languages, only sweetly lingual.
Four:
The cycle helmet sits abandoned;
not the head of a man;
not the skull of a giant, plastic,
man--but almost--I think it
a queer, smooth head
and laugh, its neck ragged,
filling with rain.
