The iPod
by and published in Edition Eight of Pomegranate
I must confess, Franz Kafka,
that I’ve never read your books –
I once saw a
made-for-TV movie
of The Trial.
It was snowing outside,
and nothing was on.
I was thinking about
how much I like
the sensation of undressing.
Before the snow,
and things that blind us,
we turn the wheel
so many degrees.
Being long dead,
you may not understand this;
This is the iPod.
Listen to it closely.
It’s a European knowledge of clockwork.
It’s a Zen-styled American milkman.
A smooth menu of everything;
a castrato singer,
on early sound.
In the white-walled
city of ghosts.
Peter Buckley
Peter Buckley is a 23-year old writer and painter from Leicester, England. His poetry has appeared online in Madelaine and The Orchid Room, and in print in The Feathertale Review. He has recently completed a post-graduate degree in Film Studies, and is learning how to teach. He delights in music, cute animals, adventure, magic and cappuccino.