An unknown poet from USA, but since the name was in the search history of people browsing the blog, I have decided to put him 😉
More poems at http://home.comcast.net/~kneller
“Only through new words might new worlds be called into order.”
No more cheeks glazed with raindrops, no more roses with thorns–
Only through new words might new worlds be called into order.
I speak of cracks in the pavement, from which nothing is born,
Not of green meadows and valleys worn out by immortals.
I speak of a landscape, neither barren nor devoid of feelings,
I speak of a garden, hidden away from the diligent muses.
I will recite poetry into rusty drainpipes of nearby buildings
Until lifeless street-lamps grow ears to discern its music.
Listen! This is a call to bare arms for a new revolution.
This is a call to bare layers of burdens until hearts are laid bare!
This is a call to hand over overused metaphors to executioners, —
A penny for a thought till there’s plenty of change to spare.
This is a call for a change of movement, a change of rhythm,
A call to turn over turntables and use them as drums for the beat…
A call for the heartbeat to cover the skyline with ripples,
And to rip out the clouds that continue to cling to our feet.