Coffee Shop Poems #1
{New thing? Will be writing posting random thoughts that I write while drinking coffee but cannot use in a poem, so instead, I write mini-poems. Not spoken word, really. Just lyrical poems, and the like.}
Dancing on electrical lines
we risk death by plummeting to unforgiving earth
let loose from the upside gravity we experience
or lurid electrocution from the wired noose
our kites are meant for thunderstorms
the norms of science do not apply here
where gravity appears then vanishes
into a black felt top hat
that flattens under the pressure of the sky
just as we do when finally we die
Posted on December 9, 2011, in Poems, Poetry, writer, Writing, Young Poets for Change and tagged Aiken, coffe shop, Derek Berry, New Moon Cafe, poem, word salad, writer, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
I think this is wonderful, so lucid and free. I hope you do more of these!
I love the line “Our kites are meant for thunderstorms”. That’s awesome right there.
Thank you. I’ll definitely write some more of these as I sit right now in the same coffee shop.