Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Empty Passenger Seats


The roads stretch from
white moon to black sun

over a span of two weeks
everyone starts to look
like paper cutouts
barefoot on the sidewalk

even sadism seems sane
as I watch poets photograph
words as they speak

Searching for anonymity:
the comfort of exposure
in search of unconditional desire;
nudity, like the mind of a sociopath




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21 comments:

Björn Rudberg said...

I love the dreamy state of your poem.. there is a vision of a heat-wave, but those photographed words took me by complete surprise.

Brian Miller said...

ha. def surreal a bit...interesting the swing between the white moon and black sun....between exposure and anonymity....the symbolism of a black sun as well...the migration of the paper cut outs on bare feet...cool title as well...it all plays well together in a rather prickly way, to me.

Grace said...

I specially like the opening lines, white moon to black sun ~ I wonder if poets search for anonymity or for comfort of exposure ~ Intriguing title as well ~

Glenn Buttkus said...

I like what Grace said a about poets searching "comfort of exposure"; it's like the visceral need I have to do stand up open mic performances of my words, or stand as an actor mouthing someone else's words; loved this poem, brother; much more into the abstract dada landscape than some earlier ones, where urban angst was worn like an angry hat.

annotating60 said...

Well done Anthony. >KB

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The ending wraps up this poem with a jolt - really effective......"like the mind of a sociopath". I also really liked the barefoot paper cutouts. Cool.

charliezero1 said...

Deep! my friend Deep.

Your words are the power of passion and creativity.

I always love your style of writing. :)

Myrna R. said...

Piercing. Not sure if you're commenting on poets desire to be known, read despite the pain of exposure. I like the last lines and all the symbolism. You have a great mind Anthony.

Abhra Pal said...

" even sadism seems sane
as I watch poets photograph
words as they speak "

Just love it Anthony

Cressida de Nova said...

Liked this surreal poem . A mercurial feel of neither being here nor there this or that...turmoil and discomfort conveyed. Nice work !

Lasha M said...

that is a very nice of you to say how heard it is to comeback............ from a far away to accomadate

Roslyn Ross said...

And when there is no home....

sharonlee said...

Enjoyed the surreal reality of this.

vb holmes said...

Provacative imagery as opposites contrast. Definitely surreal.

kaykuala said...

Searching for anonymity:
the comfort of exposure

Anonymity and exposure while direct opposites both can ironically accord comfort. Great thoughts Anthony!

Hank

Claudia said...

as I watch poets photograph
words as they speak.... ha... what a surreal piece... for me speaks a bit of the balance between privacy and exposure that we walk as artists in so many ways

Polly said...

Ooph...'even sadism seems sane' - brill

Bodhirose said...

I wondered if a vacation of two weeks may have inspired this...your need to get back (home) to the comfort of writing and finding that balance between anonymity and exposure. Cool, Anthony!

Kathy said...

Very different - and appealing to both the dark and light sides.

quest4peas said...

Photographing words... Cool concept

Marina Sofia said...

Has an Ezra Pound feel to it - don't know much about photography, but I like this notion of exposing (and exhibiting) even as we speak, even as we create those words... with ulterior motives perhaps...