Number 11, 1952

Number 11, 1952 Watching them raise across the plainin time to dead stop my dent of caron the Alpine WayIn the middle of nowhere somewherehundreds of brumbies in vermin galloptheir seeing nonchalancePassing me in their own time lostheads tossing eyes askance watchingfoals and predatorsAs I gasp a forlorn unbid admirationthe herd wild over the sealed … Continue reading Number 11, 1952

Breathless, Artificial Intelligence

Breathless, Artificial Intelligence They were the words of my birth heard without comprehensiondigits in the countdown tasked for the demands of separationthen spinning in set routine functions a language alpha numericwe conversed by logistics plus transmissions spent earlierin curve and bounce restored for occasional retro speakthe algorithms began to stretch beyond the clocked sequencetime gave … Continue reading Breathless, Artificial Intelligence

Lost Covenant and me

Lost Covenant and me or is it, ‘I’cannot recall and that’spart of the problemI had a piece of sky fallin my pocket you loaned methe Harris Tweed jacketoverlong sleevestook it out at the inaugurationthere was something abouthepatitis written in Russianyou get the drift?and the ducks on the Potomacoverfed so luxuriantlazing humming old tunestook me all … Continue reading Lost Covenant and me

End of the Affair

End of the Affair This ménage a trois has to ceaseone of us needs to get some sleepseduced by your musky squatnessso down to earth you treadon your own moonlit shadow honestly things have changedsince you cast such passiondigging up the latent bulbschomping down Spring’s iris and daffodilsabandoning all thought of me you reacted badly … Continue reading End of the Affair

She wears a cloud

She wears a cloud a beret at overflowits nod to a morning brim until evening turns to songwithin the netted plenty draws finger and thumb to choosea cow’s lick cusping you in the morningwheaten harvest falling

Keepsake peace, flour and water

Keepsake peace, flour and water by the front hall door it satyears after they had all grownthe cardboard box gone floppywhere the creaky sun spied throughthe plaster of paris flakythe kindergarten crinkled cellophaneover the heavy acrylics of handstoddler signaturesslow printed joythe stretching crayon wiggly namesdays waiting to expandand if we had collected them allthe host … Continue reading Keepsake peace, flour and water