Free verse № 131074
oh how far are we from wilderness
1
snake in the pool
think of its tasseled back
anemones
rockpool jelly
dripping caves
seahorses strewn on the sand
a man collects them
sack cloth
hunching along
2
oh how far are we from wilderness
pressure pads on my face hour on hour
what is this life that we live?
not lasers and space, but pressurepads
drag my forehead, oh how.
i reach out to the past, but it's just laughable
oh my, we are the survivors. but how
i stretch for coolness on my pillow, warm it with my brow.
6 comments
"Novel by John Steinbeck, published in 1945. Like most of Steinbeck's postwar work, Cannery Row is sentimental in tone while retaining the author's characteristic social criticism. Peopled by stereotypical good-natured bums and warm-hearted prostitutes living on the fringes of Monterey, Calif., the picaresque novel celebrates lowlifes who are poor but happy."
I've never heard of it, but I'll take the extra points!
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