Pull/Push by Sam Flot

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where the poem below was written (use street view)

7th St and Hooper SF, CA

Pull/Push

Under the frailty of eastward dusk

Moving fog cannot overtake

The shining honorific emblem of

The sun’s half-orb middle sinking into

The hill’s bass drum foundation

Cut, beat, congealed and up

Thrown bent rusted or

Blown through weeds

By the wind’s reeds

Through un-violated space and

The successive percussive elemental moments

Warnings are for the feinted heart

The prize is the captured package of rapture and

If caution is for throwing

Throw off the chains that hold you down

Release that armchair from under your carriage of meat

Solidify the accessible outside

Quantify discernible insides

Pull your own weight and

Push every button!

7.21.oh9

fLOT 7:44pm at 7^th St and Hooper SF, CA

For Jocelyn the Life of my Love 

Turning on A Spintable by Sam Flot

Turning on the Spintable

I’m turning on the spintable

Hearing all the vegetables

I’m looking for the facts behind the fiction

Turning slang into diction

Like it really means a thing

I’m out in front in the open

I’m tracking down bats using sonar

I’m wracking my brains with my mental radar

I’m sourcing my thoughts from the stream

I’m rolling downhill ready to wake up from this dream

I’m sensing that trajectory will have it’s way with me

I’m imagining the path of gravity

Planning how to break the fall

When suddenly I’m in the 20^th century

Dropping ground balls or following footsteps

Through a story or a forest or a test of strength or ardor

I’m feeling flightful

I’m flowing free

Neither following nor leading

I’m flowing free

A wave on land unimpeded by anything

I’m flowing free

From any constriction

I’m ethereal and real!

I’m leaving to be always there

I’m flowing free

flot

6.17.2014