Constructing a Self-Referential Collage
by Steven McCabe
Moon shattering upon a highway her voice inside you.
Her voice inside you, a falling stone.
Her mountain stone an echo, your mouth erupting.
Tattooed with Hittite song her skin barely visible, a windshield.
Her Hittite moon evaporating, condensing upon your windshield.
She confuses you while casting forth the vibrant song of singing birds.
Birdsong at work within you, within a song-stone breeze, erupting.
Her stone-sliding an echo.
Almost a whisper
Your voice evaporating & erupting, an engineering marvel.
Lyrics on collage from ‘Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues’ https://vimeo.com/113869969
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Beautiful work, Steven. I like the images changing and working with the final line “Birdsong.”
Sheila
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 04:16:46 +0000 To: sheilastewartpoet@gmail.com
I think I revised it after you commented Sheila and before I saw your note. Nevertheless, thank you for this thought.
Fascinating, mind-expanding, satisfying. As always….
Thank you very much Jeanie…I’m glad to hear it carries this sense about it for you.
Wow! Very cool.
Thanks a lot Richard!
One I will revisit often and learn something new each time
Thanks a lot Heather for this thought.