Quiet an example of esoteric poetry. Great with poetic critics, but unintelligible by those of us who never studied poetry or cared to win prizes with it--just communicate well with all readers.
You did strike one cord. The other day while on a mission, I took the wrong turn in the parking lot and came upon some heaved up asphalt, catching my easy lock on it in a way that I was stuck even with the power of my chair. My partner, thankfully, jerked on my chair enough so that I could back out of the situation and take the smooth sidewalk into the building.
Fortunately, cobblestone streets are long gone. If I tried to navigate one, the springs on my chair and the bouncy levitation of my air cushion would give my neck tremendous back and forward whip lashes as I tried to get across it as quick as possible before my head disconnected from my body.
The first stanza made me think about it a little bit, but then I get the sound you described; the second stanza was quite visual so I see that in my head. Thank you for sharing!
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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You did strike one cord. The other day while on a mission, I took the wrong turn in the parking lot and came upon some heaved up asphalt, catching my easy lock on it in a way that I was stuck even with the power of my chair. My partner, thankfully, jerked on my chair enough so that I could back out of the situation and take the smooth sidewalk into the building.
Fortunately, cobblestone streets are long gone. If I tried to navigate one, the springs on my chair and the bouncy levitation of my air cushion would give my neck tremendous back and forward whip lashes as I tried to get across it as quick as possible before my head disconnected from my body.
Ron
Sandie