In the Garage, fire and smoke Fire and smoke, smoke, smoke! Flames that choke like spikes Breathing out air sharp as knives Rusty, rusty edges; lying still It swept me unconscious, swept And swept and swept As I slept, and slept and slept The smoke, slacken slowly Under my bedroom door Around my bed, my mouth shut It slid over me, slid and slid Like a snake unfed, a snake A crushing, tightening snake; The smoke chokes me with its splinters Shaped like gloves, shook And pulled and screeched, Specimens of death holding on tight, To clamp around my feet, like steel, To crush and be crushed, with toxic air Like pulp, like rusty spikes Slowly eating my throat square, Tightly hard, clamped shut And Rosa heard mother's voice "Awake, awake, awake, smoke Awake, awake, it's silent...
!" And Rosa woke me, curiosity Provoked, sort of...
And we knocked the stuffing Out of the fire, in the garage, And Mike and Zaneta's Diabolical intentions sunk To the bottom of that winter's morn! As they left their foot steps In the white soft slipper snow Now so many years ago! No: 2573 (3-12-2009) Note: Here is a slight form of Polirritmo Poetry; that is, poetry with a life form of motion, this is in its most simpliest form, or style, but it gives the reader an idea of the life it has, or is starting to form; its push, its drive, motion.
The Stanza is taken out so it does not slow down the action, it continues as smoke and fire continues until it is out, completly out.
If I could, the poem would be slanted out words, to show a shift in motion, to show a gradual build up, or slow down, but it can't be done on this site.
Most periods are taken out for that very reason too.
The style was created by Juan Parra del Riego, back in the early 1920s.