The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 10/7/07 Bonus

[BlueIris]

"Southbound on the Freeway"

A tourist came in from Orbitville,
parked in the air, and said:

The creatures of this star
are made of metal and glass.

Through the transparent parts
you can see their guts.

Their feet are round and roll
on diagrams—or long

measuring tapes—dark
with white lines.

They have four eyes.
The two in the back are red.

Sometimes you can see a 5-eyed
one, with a red eye turning

on the top of his head.
He must be special.

The others respect him
and go slow,

when he passes, winding
among them from behind.

They all hiss as they glide,
like inches, down the marked

tapes. Those soft shapes,
shadowy inside

the hard bodies—are they
their guts, or their brains?

—May Swenson

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1. Kick.

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2. Kick.

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3. Kick.

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4. Kick.

[ThomCat]

5. That's pretty cool.

It doesn't describe what you'd see here in NYC, but I can see that being a pretty accurate description in many places.

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6. It was written in the '60s.

Actually, I believe the author still lived in NYC at the time. But she was probably thinking about other places when she wrote it.

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7. Kick.