May 2025 Collage Poem: Recent Encounters
In the toxic basement locked a querulous dog
tethered to a bench speaks out
Grumbling robots put washing up
liquid in Grandpa’s pipe as the
trains come & the trains go
The space between the stars
I failed my Latin exam in the high dusty hall
the guy next to me kept asking
How soon is now? and What difference does it make?
I watched the trains come, I watched the trains go
The sorry coffee shirt says I can’t
See you now as the trains come then go away again
Frivolous book collectors on the toxic first
floor sharing their words no longer used
John F Keane
Sun 11th May 2025 08:32
Imagine living on the 6th floor of that tower block and gazing out on a brick wall all day. What ridiculous design.