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Thursday, 29. April 2010

Boom Rush



I just read in North Dakota
There is a mad rush underway

For the black gold hidden
In the prairie’s belly.

Grapes of Wrath writ in real life.
But all the rooms are taken:

Hotel rooms, motel rooms,
Trailers, backseats of cars,

Tents, Wal-Mart parking lots,
With a serpentine waiting list for everything.

So the Joads are forced to cling,
To squat, to brace themselves against

The bone chilling wind and the coal heat
In whatever silver of space the body can fit.

How much space does a body need?
The heart sometimes feels like this:

Filled with syllables’ black ink but unable
To find a stanza’s room to inhabit.




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Rajesh

Brilliant


Hi Sashi,

 This is brilliant. Sounded perfect until the last stanza (although you'd alluded to its unsuitability ;) ).  

In whatever silver of space the body can fit.

Did you mean it this way:

In whatever sliver of space the body can fit.

Rajesh

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