Cubist Poetry

An original cubic poem. In three perspectives, mom, dad and son.

...SIRENS...

I turn the wheel

I turn the corner 

I watch and observe 

The street ahead

The cars to the side

I look...to late

I gerk to the side 

Hit my head

I know nothing 

I am nothing

I am consumed

By darkness

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She turns the wheel 

I watch her 

Move her hands

With the wheel

She seems to 

Concentrate, observe

She is beautiful

She looks...to late

I see...to late

I jerk

Once, twice, 

We flip

I am upside down

I ach, he screams 

Sirens

~~~~~~~~~~~

I watch the buildings 

As they pass by my

Hand print covered window

Cars of all colors

A streak of the rainbow 

My toy Rex 

Sits in my lap

A car is coming

It is not supposed to

Our light was green

I jerk, my head hurts

We roll, i scream 

Sirens

Author's Note

~Background~

Cubism is a piece of art, literature, exetra, that is shown from more than one point of view.