Monthly Archives: May 2010

Haiku

To deny all love
Is a network of comfort
For a shaking man

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Ten Songs for Children no.5 “The Cities”

A hoarding of timelessness sits with
A voider, a deletion.
A tube in a living-room marries
An Aspidistra, which fingers our residue.

We are the awkward carpenters,
Convex geometrists
Poring over the graphology of ennui;
Batchelors before art.

Cities sink into their beds,
Silt washes
A million crackling palms
Scoop away the splinters, kids.

Joseph still can’t believe his luck –
Sharpening knives is simpler here.
Coathangers slip quickly
Inside the wives of the riverbed.

(Static creeps –
Deliverence, flash twice.)

We are the asphalt-tonguing
Scaremongers, and
Crows can’t help but
Tear our twice¬-torn clothes right off.

Change the channel, and
Suddenly, we are old.


Ten songs for children no. 3 “The Summer”

We’re quick to forget the winter, see
March grow up, fill out
Gaping maw of rowed-out teeth
Only a week and a half back, now
.
A grey pan-handled woman scritching –
.
“Gash that evening gaze! It curls
Nip-lock heat bites skin”- and
“Quick, black fish! Huddle slick and tight
And take your pick from my feet!”
.
Hemlines creep, a guignol curtain
Your thighs
Are not those of last summer, those
Spreading Charleville trees.
.
Turn the oysters in their beds and
Soak them in cider, girl.
.
We’re too quick to lose the winter,
March is butchered, dried and hung
While a hundred children kick the heads
Off a hundred thousand forget-me-nots.
.
Suddenly, we are cold.
Suddenly, we are old.