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.

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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