Speed Poem

I watch a flickering light through frog spawn walls.
The plastic man wearing tiredness for clothes picks up a painting instead of a mountain.
All I can see is painted flowers in a field.

The skier carefully places a fish in each pocket.
I plough my head in readiness for the sowing of ideas.
The lifeboat cigar goes out in the pouring rain.

Waiting at the train station for a slow speedboat.
A woman with a cloud for a head glides by – she rains on her luggage.
I swallow a missile meant for Mars.


About Gerald Shepherd

Gerald Shepherd is a painter, graphic artist, sculptor, digital/multimedia artist, photographer, writer, curator and arts administrator. He has also been involved with science art, performance art, conceptual art, installations and environments (as well as peripheral creative pursuits such as garden design).
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