Monday, August 13, 2007

Blog # 9- poem

Anecdote of the Drive-in
—for Dan Hoy’s grandfather

I placed a drive-in in Tennessee,
And full of cars it was, upon a hill.
It made a synthetic wilderness
Freeze frame that hill.

The wilderness crept up to it,
And grew fat, feeding on Graffiti & Grease.
The drive-in became one with the ground,
And rose high as part of the sky.

It grew omnipotent and old,
The screen was white and green with mold.
It never harmed a single flea,
Like no other thing in Tennessee.







-S(a)RS.

2 comments:

Ana Bozicevic-Bowling said...

I know what Informalists are doing.
So does Wallace.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.

Current Bloggers said...

The interior paramour goes necking at the drive-in?

jam