Roger Still Writes

Drawings

I have been rendered
by a casual watcher, a figure
of lines and dots
amassed to represent me,
now wrestling with flattery
or violation of privacy.

A Horror Poem About Words

Beware the word
with its hidden
sinister violence
Beware the suggestion
the utterance
the manipulative syllable
A site of language
production, blocks and
shards of meaning
falling from the sky
threatening to bash us.

On the Radio

Standing was for the living
room where the record
player was and before that,
an 8-track, then cassettes,
voices confined to thin
shiny brown tape, click,
rewind, sing, click, rewind.

Roger Still