The Bed you knew.
The things I have in bed include
a dog ten dollars fifty cents
a spoon, the butterfly knife
with pliers
wool in pink
size 20 knitting needles
there are the books
instructing me
calming me the calendar
helping hem me in
the pyjamas ought to be
under the pillows the bolster the neck
support
snuck out, see
to mingle, seeking out society on the plain
the exotic Serengeti
( the sexual Nullabor)
my bed of brilliance bed of pain
me in the middle - above
an outline made of trinkets
crime scene of prone endeavours
silent nights unholy
with calling out
for cease
drips of dawn’s dim spatter
sulk across the curtains
blood stains
scrubbed not hard enough proclaim
yet still my bed basks
in the gold teeth of the heater
while I breathe upon it
afloat
breath in breath out outlining
overlooking
all I can remain
each night
the dog slides undercover
my bed my my
my bed.
Glorious, Kerri. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob, I am glad of it!
DeleteThat's interesting, from the sublime to the mundane!
ReplyDeletefor me, the transliteration of the commonplace - that is the whole magilla!
ReplyDeleteyeah... this poem really works well!
Deleteand don't forget us sitting on your bed listening....eagerly!
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