Joe 90

[billy]

hi keith.
who doesn't remember joe 90 a good feel piece that lends itself to some humerous if shameful nostalgia.

for me the first two lines feel back to front regarding the title. a suggestion would be to swap them round

Grandad's chair rotates clockwise;
"I need to steal a Russian Plane"
just a suggestion of course.

"I need to steal a Russian Plane"
so Grandad's chair rotates clockwise
as the process begins.
Head back in the spin,
picture-rail portraits merge good alliteration in these two lines.
into a single familiar face.

A life time of ornaments blur
streaks of carriage clock colour,
bright on tobacco brown walls.
Gas fire chrome lights up tile green tile green is a meant as a colour i'm guessing yet when read it feels awkward as though the syntax is reversed.
as my brothers hands is [as] needed
slap to increase the speed.

Recovery is a moment of laughter, this line for me makes the poem
never long enough to breath
before the chair goes anti-clockwise
and time is undone, the transfer complete. solid stanza

"velcome comrade" says my brother
and I can understand him. and this couplet only adds to the laughter line in giving the poem real mirth.