Not ideas

Patterson is the routine poet
With ticket punching machine.
With a click, there is journey
Because he is a routine poet.

Poem is in things, in machine
In the click of ticket machine
In the square bag on shoulder
Hanging as the routine poem.

Patterson is a bus conductor
Who says right at a right time.
Bus hears his poem command
As if saying right is new poem.

Patterson is in Bangaluru bus
Not in ideas but in our things.
He is our film hero who tosses
A cigarette to mouth in poem.

Patterson is pure delight right
Whose command a bus hears
A poem wrapped in rap song.
So rap is his tongue with poem.

(After a poem Patterson by William Carlos Williams)

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