Friday, November 10, 2017

Kerri Shying R #355 - post-menopausal thesis


post-menopausal thesis

become an old woman 
grow my teeth
long and yellow    brush them   a hundred
strokes a day  I remember something
yet
I don’t know what it was   I’ll wait
and it will come back round   the sun
of my intentions  blazes
still
there are no answers  for the swag of queries
gathered up in dining rooms in halls of residence
on pillows in bars  cars  riding late on trains
why
bother   it will all be a choice between
the ash and compost
soon

5 comments:

  1. the ash and compost don't make a bad mix either ... a little lime and yll get through the clay

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  2. I quite like the idea of coming back as a black russian, still dressed for where I forgot to go.

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  3. IN THE YEAR 2666

    for Roberto Bolaño

    After three wrong turns, a tractor and a lie
    you're at the House of Vanished Writers
    after all, it was always your destination
    you park your unreviewed car and go right in
    sitting and waiting, smoking and watching
    Joe, the Indian, who never could get started
    Sophia, who once was beautiful, great shorts
    no power to stay long enough on the page
    Fred, whose fiction fried like a skillet, killed it
    and you, who are merely visiting, get a key
    a towel and the schedule of daily readings
    who are these happy people you are thinking
    why do they look at me like that, one part pen
    one part the next event, one part is wind
    where did all the vanished writers go
    when did they write their perfect poems
    who said they'd had enough and could leave
    your room has a limited view of the forest
    it's possible the birds might sing there again
    second seating meal is vegetable soup with bread
    dessert is an autumn ice cream you don't remember
    afterwards the word games and the music upset you.

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