grass
between concrete pavers planted in my spine
browsers gather
snuffling a sage scent bereft of fabric
bewilders still
they muzzle trowels and prodders excavate
a mortician’s smile
dust ruminates settling on old partings
where Learys road
the dead circle roundabout no
exit
whorls I used
to have a hat taken by street gangs
hanging graffiti
waiting for my luggage any
remembrance
for ticket numbers
has faded with the print on
the Beat’s
hardcopy
Enjoyed this very much James - is it allowed (or expected!) to move the pieces around within your poem? It feels like it could have many different versions but perhaps, like a real jigsaw, only one correct one.
ReplyDeleteYes the phrases and words can be inter changed, the sequences are pretty mobile, I hope!
DeleteI enjoyed this one heaps too James - the title alone beckoned me in - also love the unexpected and ambiguous open-ended nature of the poem - and the jigsaw. Perhaps there could be a series on this theme?
ReplyDeleteMmmmm, now that's an idea certainly worth pursuing. I'm really so happy that you enjoyed it.
DeleteMe too. Repays several reads.
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