Posted 14.09.12 in Writing
in storms, i’m sure rain shows off, pirouetting down bleeding graffiti
for the trapped audience half-under the shuddering bus shelter.
it begins to get into my eyes, smudging the swirling faces
that pass by me into a humdrum blur, like shredded modern art .
men shout out from car windows; their words melting into
the collage of damp noise that covers the city, as choking as the smog
that hangs here in the morning. when a bus lumbers past, I ask
“Ticket, please?” the driver nods, lipstick grin dripping down her cheek.
Dillon’s poem was chosen by Jon Stone as one of his favourite individual responses to the August Challenges. It responds to Challenge 6 ‘Jungle Trail Poem’.
3 Responses to “‘Rainstorm Routine’ by Dillon Leet”
May I ask what’s the hidden sentence? I only find half of the whole sentence.
Hi Lisa, I think the sentence is ‘I’m trapped get me out of here please’!
Thanks! I get it now. Seems like I missed because I was too focused searching in the middle.
It’s clever twist. Nice poem.