Glasfryn Project

He shows everyone

the way to the apple-stash

we follow this gash

up the street wondering

 

imagine walking though

from a room having lain

awake all night

or having woken early

 

tying that knot

highly specialized extravaganza

skill the absurd lurch

into nowhere

 

or just leaning down calmly

into a blotched grimace

tag in the air

secured threading the hyperstructure

 

don’t do it we will regret it

according to parameters

a sleep a fruit

weep my lute

 

he carried through

Vlad hangs on his knees loving him in his way

all tongue was he happy

to taste the coffee

 

this cup (mine) smells of earth

or chick-peas the last drink

rarely lives up to its billing

I would like to grieve more

 

but knew him little

praise him without whorls

or particular decorum

who turned away

 

from it all owing something

nothing a note flipped

from his hand as he knotted

the threads dropped

 

even this being literature

picked over held up

assailed in a jury box

each whisper turned septic

 

he has the view now

over everything that was keeping him

consolations dandled

between the covers

 

health in the sick-bed

shelter for the pursued

enlightenment for the cozened

lithium for the overexcited

 

he is who we want him to be

a full stop

like a dot of pond mud

swarming with animalculae

 

From A Colomber in the House of Poesy (Aquifer 2014)