Poetry by Rick K. Reut
(Time machine)
…of time in places where
that time stands still or flies
around like fireflies
in the neon night air.
Your memory is a time
machine taking you back
to the scene of each crime
you’ve committed in black
and white. You go to sleep
before you begin to dream
about all you did deep
in the past. It may seem
like you are looking back
to see someone like you
talk to someone you knew
once again. There’s a track…
…of time in places where that time stands still or flies around like fireflies in the neon night air. Your memory is a time machine taking you back to the scene of each crime you’ve committed in black and white. You go to sleep before you begin to dream about all you did deep in the past. It may seem like you are looking back to see someone like you talk to someone you knew once again. There’s a track…
Special note: The piece is an example of what the author calls cyclic verse, which presupposes a poem having no beginning or end and working in both rhyme and prose. A portion of it was previously published in Active Muse.
Rick K. Reut was born in 1984. He studied philosophy at EHU in Minsk, Belarus, and Vilnius, Lithuania, and literature at SPSU in Saint Petersburg, Russia. For most of his life after graduation, he has worked as a translator and a tutor of English as a foreign language.
