uh oh uh oh uh oh

 


in an antiquarian

other

country another


green village

green village

green village


sews voices in the hem of the afternoon

and suede lights (pertubations answering answers back)

while the remote surgeon remotely


exculpates jade, uh

from my house (by the sea where sonar pings

and cattle turn their heads


in the crepuscular hush

dreaming of tinctures)

while the hawk over perspex burns


a Victorian page turner

millenial downheaval

these terms of endearment are dear

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peter Jerrim

poems