Archive for September, 2015

Sunday, September 20th, 2015

 

The eels of language
are slithering at the door

Saturday, September 19th, 2015

 

That was satisfying:
the early morning cleansing ritual
inside and outside

thoughts and dreams, skin conditions and muscle pains
(What did we eat?)
and the day is come, with its bus passes and coughs

Friday, September 18th, 2015

 

Optical illusions are tricky to explain, I think I am going to be blind
We cavort on the carpet or the rug, I think we are already more or less blind

Thursday, September 17th, 2015

 

Allotment Poem #9

There was rhubarb in the corner of
Our patch it was there when we arrived
& it will be there when the world ends

You can’t get rid of rhubarb but then
You wouldn’t want to
Rhubarb crumble being the modern equivalent of Ambrosia

Wednesday, September 16th, 2015

 

We hang things on walls, all our dead pets & past loves, decorate the nest with fluff from our bellies, we are so disgusting.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015

 

You buy a bag
I buy a bag
& anyone would think we liked bags

Monday, September 14th, 2015

 

My emotions are written down, & there is a formula
Yours are held up to the light, & there is a lot I don’t understand

Sunday, September 13th, 2015

 

“Carnation” does not remind us when we read it in the poem
of the body & of flesh although it may be from the Latin
& it might be called so for its pinkness & derive from the Middle French carnation
“person’s color or complexion”

It reminds us of a carnation. A flower. An object. A thing. An idea.

Saturday, September 12th, 2015

 

Allotment Poem #8 (Kale)

A lot of people disrespect Kale. You know
One day Kale was out shopping and Spinach just
Cut her. Cut her cold. What the hell?
Kale is tasty as Spinach! I’ve had her. I love her.
All of us in Kale City love her tasty curliness.

Friday, September 11th, 2015

 

antidotes bio-therms autocrats bookworms
cymbals dipoles cisterns domiciles
eggshells follicles elevenses fantasies

the beginnings of occasional summations of other worlds in our absence