Monday, January 12, 2009

Pardon Me Poetry

Astana

National popsong – citizen’s crowd, link
arms, some hips are in motion.

These costumes; gold fringe, beacon head dresses,
remind me of your buildings – flamboyant
super construction Babel-tower.

Land cleared, history-razed, steel induced
representation of black-gold flush soil.

It was later I marveled
over captured digital images.
CGI city: So blue! So angular!
Such pixilated motion upward!

Your people are lovely, Asia Central, and
as we isolate ourselves among you, we shall
look for more of your colors.

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