Box Empire

Posted on | August 26, 2012 | 4 Comments

 

It is all about the streets
here where all the poets live
and sundry other beasts
primed to survive
but not wise.

The Romans knew this
they built an empire on roads
they made themselves for
before that there was only
the rivers and the sea.

It is a different empire now
an empire of boxes
boxes to live in and
boxes to ride around in
boxes to keep the sound in
when running around
with no where to go.

But the streets are still here
outside every purposeless window
lost to the boxes watched
inside the boxes.

There are still a few
who walk the streets
the poets and the poor
the vendors of dreams
made of powders and flesh
and those with no dreams left.

I still dream
I dream of a street
that so far eludes me
a street that does not lead to a box
but a place called home.

 

17/08/12

copyright 2012 – Bauke Kamstra

 

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Comments

4 Responses to “Box Empire”

  1. Michael
    August 27th, 2012 @ 6:51 pm

    You capture the motive with grace and sundry, melancholy dreams aspire as the sustenance that keeps  the poet walking, subtle, classic, brilliantly done.

  2. Wyrde
    August 28th, 2012 @ 6:58 pm

    You credit me highly. I thank you.

  3. Katie
    July 19th, 2013 @ 1:58 am

    Nice!! I love the imagery in this!! 🙂

  4. Wyrde
    November 12th, 2013 @ 2:48 pm

    Thanks Katie. I’ve been remiss on my blog site for sometime. I’m catching/freshening up. It was rude not to take care of replying to my comments earlier though, & I apologize. : )

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