Hi Ian,
Off the top of my head - Thom Gunn's 'On The Move'
And there's this one by German poet Jan Imgrund (my translation)
could I go through with this at the level of less-fine proportions
inspiration pops up uninvited
the new x5 covert elegance sleek
black on the mucky beige of the
piste brackish puddles
hot vibrating property
just imagine
yourself in control of the perfect vehicular motion
ready yourself for the adventure of comfort
in a shift to data carriers you never need leave
an audioguide provided as you slide in
come closer glide along the lines of lights
the real metropolis confusing colour-
contrast controls in its ruthlessness experience
a world full of mourning & death yet with moments of honest-
ly desperate comedy
into the transparent garages of genuineness people
there who really exist and are cowering now
their sticky floors imitating their kids their complete
absorption in their daily
laborious salvaging of screw-on parts their
stacked sleep is absolute they benefit
from rolling in it & that one there
the keening of his tiny eyes
grinding right into the panels
the same perpetrator who’s confessed before time
has been breathing all his life through a fabric mask the
stench of revenge like rotting metal
I had to think about this for quite a while
it doesn’t seem easy to hold your tongue these days
a super image seems to need the right setting
& all the same in reality we haven’t missed
the boat in getting in on a good life but we’ve
come full circle
& as the x5 flat mirror skews on approach becomes
so uncar flowing away from the touch
I’ll never be able
to accept this this scare of steel the
way sand rears up like needles
Best
Catherine
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