Poetry

No guarantee

There’ll come a yearwhen I do not seeants up on the mortar,or leaves gracing the trees.Not ripples. Not sprays of water. Goggles get torn off,leaving greasy smearsof folk, suspendedin wheezing chemical baths(my eyes). I’ll sit pool-side. Let old sun bake my back.As bricks give up their heat,I’ll give up mine(and all other fine insect pleasures). …

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Thresholds

A ticking watchAt 20 feet. A bead of perfumeAcross a honeymoon suite. An insect wing,Against your cheek. A candle,One town over.

Stall

Canary Wharf persuades youPeople can get busy in all directions,But the woman cramming bagels,Wedging salt beef between gherkins,She points directly – right through.

Invasive thoughts

The news is of tunnels.Rabbits burrow through walls.In my bedroom, they recur like dreams.There are many, so many.Something’s wrong with their bellies.Whole warrens are swollen and sore.You’ve seen them on maps (nests clumped in dim corners),In photographs (eyes limned with debris,Plastered with ears and daring assistance).Their heart is a home is a hole.

SUB TO SEE

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Speaking sense

We were queuing in BerlinWhen Tom explained the senses:Waves, beams and vibrations,The pin-holes of the eyes. “That’s one interpretation.”In a courtyard, we were waiting,Entering gallery spaces,A nerve-bundle at a time. Then framed before Athena,We quailed before Athena,Thoughts stirring in the oils,Oils dancing though bone dry. Two to make a painting.One more again to tango.And all …

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Lear

I. Earth’s crown cracks a chasmThrough thunderhead stolid as marbleAnd inflamed fissures glow to fracture‘til anger dies – wretched, self-devoured Such a nightThat the billows bellow bloody murderAnd the sleet sheers through the makeup of a foolLifting layers of grief from twinned, unfathomed poolsThat reflect the insatiate sheets of fire Here the orison of the …

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Learning bowls

Lunging forward, knuckles ‘gainst the greenTed demonstrates the knack Bending to the gravity of desire,Consciousness flung just shy of the jack. Downstream: small white andLarge black knock and clack.

Like a match

You raised a finger to draw something.The air had been plain before.Now it wore a triangle. Samurai arranged flowers, you said. And revered nature, particularly trees. Of course, the cherry and the maple still captivate JapanDuring their short, separate seasons of brilliance.  These words themselves formed a careful arrangement.You lit white candles so it could …

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Montes

The cooling bodyshrinks within its skin,white tissue that folds,creases. Wrinklesline the surface,mountain rangesat a distance,etched into the moon. And again you askhow to fall for thisflawed body. Here is the secret:set down your spyglass,lower your mirror.You are luminous still.

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