. . . to messy poems. This is a recent thing, and by recent I mean two or three years. Akin to an obsession with Sodoku, I call it my Rube-Goldberg sensibility. Remember playing Mousetrap? I wanted that game for the longest time, and yet I never ever really played the thing. There's something about poets who can reconcile disparate images . . . I really admire that ability.
Anyway, years ago, I was a science major. I think my scientific brain tickles my poetic sensibilities at times.
Write a poem with the following items:
1. A freezer car on a train.
2. Use a lyric by Marvin Gaye
3. There must be the plumage of a bird somewhere in the poem
4. There must be a flashback to a foreign city.
Still uploading songs to iTunes. I'm at 6794 songs, 18.8 days worth of music.
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