Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Tuesday Poem: "Ghost Town" - a video poem



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5ZQ9bkVC80



Picture Clint’s flinty-eyed stare
as he squints into the harsh sun
down an abandoned street.
Ears attuned for the chink-clink of the villain’s spurs
hear only the eerie moan of the nor’wester.

Silt swirling in small twisters is
flung like an insult into Clint’s eyes,
the grey, turgid liquid that spewed forth
now desiccated by the unforgiving Canterbury sun.
Cue tumbleweeds,
but the sole arrival is a family carload
seeking the solace of the state-sanctioned sea.
Dad winces as he drives through Dodge City,
and his suspension surrenders to another pothole.

Dusty venetian blinds are
closed like the eyes of the dead,
the blanched grass clutches at the windows,
and weeds suffocate once proud gardens,
fissures scar the lawn
with the earth’s vengeance.

Clint springs like a cougar at
a shadow in his peripheral vision,
but the villain is already out of range,
running carelessly towards a life full of promise.

1 comment:

  1. Great seeing and hearing this here today, Andrew. I really like the concept. I especially like the third stanza. And the close is a very full image, too.

    You might be interested in this as well. The editor/creator of this is a musician from New York; I've seen some of his work in other venues, too:

    http://awkwordpapercut.weebly.com/index.html

    Cool project - check it out!

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