Here's a new poem by Big Frank. He has borrowed the tone and something of the approach from Wisława Szymborska's poetry. He's not sure exactly which of her poems pushed him, but she was there.
Interior Design
By Big Frank Dickinson
The organs all fit nicely in place,
not that the owner had anything to do with it,
being a pre-furnished unit and all -
color scheme - traditional blue and pink,
somehow appropriate for interior colors.
And while the quarters are cramped in the extreme,
there doesn't seem to be anything that could be gotten rid of
without disrupting everything else.
The plumbing fixtures seem to work OK,
but the design has restricted choices
in many other areas, most noticeably the head and heart.
There is definitely one major problem:
the alarm system’s signal keeps getting stuck,
sometimes for days at a time, and the signal is way too loud.
However, the reverse is very nice indeed, and so perhaps
it would be best to keep the system as it is.
It's unclear why the windows are one-way only –
although many outside give the appearance of seeing in.
However, because the door is missing, visitations
have to be done through the window, kind of like in prison.
It's odd, I wonder if the designer's aware:
there's only room for one in here.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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