Blue (by Steve Thomas)

Steve Thomas at Cleveland's Literary Cafe, 10 July 2008
[photo by Jesus Crisis]
Blue
Breathing petrol filled air
fume soaked clothes turn
wrenches tightening dawn
until dusk is locked down tight.
Limping into night, back crooked
bones calloused by what has
blown away, blown through
cracked windows leaving dust
stricken machines as muscles twitch
to the rhythmic wave of build…build
searching for another shore.
Each grease cracked knuckle suffers, sleeplessly
grasping turning, gasping yearning,
still hearing whistles spewing heart beats
into an ash filled sky.
(c) 2008 Steve Thomas, used by permission
Steve's work has appeared in a variety of places, including the Split Whiskey
Bag-O-Zines, The Mill, DeepCleveland.com and The City Poetry 19.
See Steve Thomas on Thursday 13 November 2008 (9:30 p.m.) at Cleveland's
famous Literary Cafe, where he and Rachelle Gallant are the featured poets.





This is a very contemporary poem. Ir makes me think of GM, Chrysler and Ford going under and about 2,000,000 jobs lost.
Maybe the offset by the government will help but they should retool to hybrids and save us from breathing the petrol and polluting our air.
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I like this .. it's something you don't see often.. almost "guy" poetry. But poetry is supposed to be about the real world.. and real things. Not just ideas and thoughts.. but I like the use of new analogies and such.. it's very creative...
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