The ambulances are always full of pain.
Flocking down the arterial routes of towns
and of cities
With the compression and concussion of sound
They fill world-weary concrete space
along, and around
in every single direction
The ambulances are always full of pain.
Flocking down the arterial routes of towns
and of cities
With the compression and concussion of sound
They fill world-weary concrete space
along, and around
in every single direction
Microscopic
Nay, atomic
flecks of sodium orange sit deep in your eyes
reflecting, effecting or affecting?
injecting the light
with luminessence.
That comes from your honourable and noble gases
Everything burnt
and we were made new again
but this time
everything felt and looked different
Roads distant,
Snow covered and treacherous.
A prisoner,
In the gulag of the mind.
This is what I do,
the work I create,
the words I write
the things I see.
All of this is a part of me
ALL WORK © Josef Minta 2011