Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Subterranean Adagio by Denis Robillard

Ants perform a subterranean adagio
galaxies of blood burn inside you
night traffic flounders into an aural mess
a conveyor belt of easy amnesia
trees rustle like a leafy woman
adjusting her bangles.
Crickets play their sad black guitars
this late August night
here on the pavement
my shadow looms larger across this parking lot
looking for a better cell connection.
I said a better cell connection.


Denis Robillard, Canada

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

Denis R. Robillard was born in Northern Ontario in 1966 and currently lives in Windsor, Ontario, CANADA with his wife and four children. Robillard was first published in 1986. Literary publications since 2003 have been in the dozens with Algoma Ink, Rampike, Rattle, and Prairie Journal among others. Robillard’s work has been reviewed in the small presses in Florida and England. On-line credits include: DUFUS Magazine (#6) Regina Weese, Raven Poetry On Line, Word Riot, Words On Paper , (now defunct) Change Magazine (2006), Beauty and Truth Magazine, Alba, The CLIFFS: Soundings, Sidereality and Dogzplot magazine. He is also an amateur photographer and teacher.

Gordon Mason said...

Like the description of the trees rustling.

Shakespeare said...

The crickets spoke to me--a warm summer night.

I say throw the cell away... it's of no use.