'empty tropics' & 'gazing eastward mountain'
by Robert Wood
Read our interview with Robert here.
empty tropics
jakarta
searched to listen
the clattering voyage
dull
wandering and moral
the mirror like fire like great music like dirt
the betrayal excused
the cost broiled
the possible gesture
gazing eastward mountain
bombay
the clatter and the torn
of was and born
brick or stone or calico or marrow
the few haunts
oceanic and tailored
thundering the sound
the trouble where he dreams of things
plainly sided with day, grey strange & wild
true the ice, caged and paced
as they go
out with our brothers and some day
the ways
restless on a knowledge of roads