A series of poems which are okay, some I loved, some I was bored reading.
"It‘s as though they found the wrench that could set / free a bike from its training wheels only to discover / their daughter has had a driver‘s license for years."
-"On Metal"
"There‘s always a hymn / waiting for ears. A Tibetan singing bowl / looking for an audience. A vibraphone / begs to collide over and over / with the yarn-tipped mallets you hold. / And even when you were young and smirking / and the clerk was definitely afraid of you, / the tremble of his hand made your change clink / out the notes of a small tune / made of fear, just for you."
-"A Detroit Hum Ending With Bones"
I know next to nothing about poetry, but I'm really enjoying this. I've been reading a couple poems every night. I'm almost done! (ps I love the cover).
This book made me realize something about myself. I have absolutely NO aptitude for poetry. I'm sure it was lovely, as poetry goes, but I have no idea what it all meant.