Friday, January 1, 2010

Roller Coaster

Roller Coaster

Roller coasters rise from the earth
like the loops of tied shoelaces.
Spindly pillar and wooden plank--
theirs is an architecture of feigned
instability. We make a game of
climbing and falling, of expectation,
if only to shriek and briefly touch
the coarse edge of terror, and then
to let it withdraw, subsiding with a rattle.


  1. I enjoyed this piece. Just found your blog and, yes, it rocks!!

  2. A perfect encapsulation of the experience and a fine example of the poem altering the perception of the commonplace.

  3. I like everything about this poem, including the final line, "subsiding with a rattle."


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