Mile 137, The Sunset Highway, Washington State.
The roadtrip with Suzanne. Passenger seat. 2011.
I’ll never get why so few people read poetry. This poem slays me – that first line – Banish Air from Air. I love this as much as any song. Emily Dickinson and Brian Eno are my thought pattern heroes.
Banish Air from Air by Emily Dickinson
Banish Air from Air –
Divide Light if you dare –
While Cubes in a Drop
Or Pellets of Shape
Films cannot annul
Odors return whole
And with a Blonde push
Over your impotence