Quick Trip to Inside my Head

Music is - Music in Twelve Parts - Philip Glass

Can you still hear me? Yes that poem was a bit pretentious but if you were standing in that scrap yard with the oily ground and the piles of cars which could have fallen at any minute, maybe you would see what it was about. Poetry (like soap opera) can be about trying to find extraordinary images in ordinary things. I am now worried that 'humourless' might be a word to describe my poetry but I like to think that there is at least one 'joke' in each poem I write. Though the one I wrote 'offline' this morning might try any searcher.