Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles. burnt out over the edge an ember over the sun burning luminous-- thrust fill and 'scape the earth ash whirl round and out: find out what where and who for everything you are the little man pursues his dream behind his screen of death shifting many things beneath his robe the cope the dope the rope the soap the terrible burden of love all colors and all mysteries are pasty white behind his eyes the dry and life shred easily sighing their way with them: hear me describe hear me enliven hear me divide his head from the screen: here, boy, let me tell you: it was a bad idea, this little dream come out and in this sin is nothing special just provincial this landscape knows no god and no device it's alive and with a woman he stems out to find the rule the sooner tool bray mound and roll the earning of the luck and the sterning of the fool into a warrior no use but reuse in the long bowl of the depression and no winning but through terror each your own come in, and sit down and be ready for the mull of the engines we bring you now surround break mask and fail take here the better staff to beat her in the district cold cartoon and fled: break the lost last and lust for better better better be I die the right king underneath this singing
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SagOne
1/17/2016 08:49:47 pm
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W Kingsley
1/24/2016 12:29:32 am
Great poem.
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Kennith
1/24/2016 12:36:34 am
Great use of words and imagery.
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DannyFletch
1/24/2016 01:39:06 am
Such a beautiful picture that's being painted in my minds eye, sir. Great work!
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Allie
1/24/2016 09:29:39 am
This is one to ponder and read again and again. Love it! Thank you for publishing this piece. Would like more from this artist.
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guilebaldo martinez
1/24/2016 01:36:01 pm
Wow, Love that picture you paint !
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Andy
1/24/2016 01:41:33 pm
Good stuff
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Tina
1/25/2016 12:18:52 am
Beautifully written
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Robin Dunn
1/25/2016 01:17:59 am
Thanks guys!
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Barbara
1/25/2016 01:19:39 am
His words moved me......
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Ananya S Guha
1/27/2016 04:00:16 am
Great poem. Enjoyed it. Fantastic!
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1/30/2016 11:18:35 am
Loved the original word usage, especially the invention of verbs from nouns
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Hamid
1/30/2016 12:08:23 pm
This poem may set you on fire. And once you put it out,
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Daniel Poet Troll
2/11/2016 05:20:58 am
This isn't supposed to trlurn me on, correct? Because it was that great.
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scott strohbusch
2/11/2016 05:32:36 am
Excellent
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2/24/2016 01:40:12 pm
Great work, Robin. I get a real sense of desolation and tumult. Well done, Guy.
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