Chickens eat more than that hoop girl
twirling her life through yellow.
She best watch her back—
that savior right ‘round the corner
herding sheep like people,
piling them up for a trip in his windowless
wagon where thinking is stuck in the middle of believe.
A shout out to a rather new site dVerse. This is my first post for their Saturday Poetics. Today we were provided information about a painter, Giorgio de Chorico who “fell under the spell of Nietszche.” I wrote the poem as a surrealist response to the painting Mystery and Melancholy of a Street (above), through a somewhat Nietszchean lens. Visit dVerse for more takes on Giorgio de Chorico and his work.