The World's Curves
The poet notices
the world’s curves.
The anti-poet is blind
to all but lines
missing out on
carousels at county fairs
and the roll of a foolish trout,
missing out on a
woman’s hips at dawn and the tracks beneath God’s wobbly train of justice.
woman’s hips at dawn and the tracks beneath God’s wobbly train of justice.
Sweet Jesus, that’s good… In the words of Dan Allender, “Straight lines do not arouse.”
Thanks, Sam. I’ve had a few people tell me Allender and I could be twins separated at birth.
“God’s wobbly train of justice.” I like that very much.