a concave sternum to roller-skate by
a conversation between a Russian Futurist and a New Yorker, recorded by a Sydney poet who dreamed in the ’80s of the latter still writing poetry ten years after his death in ’66
on the assembly line
don’t feel alone
amongst the masses
we’re equally concerned
with machinery
your doctor
prescribed the poem
as a nifty appliance:
an ice-box, my poet-friend suggested
or maybe something more sedate
yes! a blender
our individual populations tend to forget
the one onerous thing when
on the assembly line
/
a vibrating pin
to be punched out onto the cold sun
Zoe Kingsley is a writer living and studying in Norwich. She is associate editor for literary journal The Suburban Review (where her poetry can be found) and poetry co-editor for Lighthouse. She has written for music website Tone Deaf and arts magazine Rooms.
