17 September 2023
20 December 2024

and, for my next trick

I’ll write
something that:

  • sucks detritus underwater
  • stings the middle of a stone
  • shivers in a cave in a cave
  • stands silent in a library for a thousand years

then, when no one strolls by, falls from the shelf
to shrivel when the lights switch on…

enough of that!
I thought I’d read everything there is to know of life

in ten thousand poems (written just for me
or so it seemed … at least they obeyed some favourite rules, to:

  • slip on frosty rooves
  • twinge faintly in an afterlife
  • be true in at least one language
  • and meaningless in most, and to
  • orgiastically transmute the body amorphous

with this song
unanticipated by me for far too long)