Kit Kelen #1109 - on the first day of aircon

1109

on the first day of aircon

for a field guide to Australian clouds

a kind of bright nothing follows

in treetops of a wind

with the yellow pen

that slows you down

though not because of its colour

my true love said to me

I am writing a universal speculative history

of wiping the arse

cobwebs and dust!

I am applying for a grant

(it’s well deserved)

with credentials

experience

with a plan that will not fail

of course in chamber cowering

in wing as it were

inside by the terrace

finding the right way

with these few words

come round and round again

so peppermint

the sun shines through

to show the season

late afternoon already

a conceptual work

(did I say that before?)

when you read

you are in the work

in of and under

not to lose anything

along the way

that’s the work of witness

a spell or kind of hush

likewise when you try

to read the work

but fail

pool just about in the shade now

and me just about in it

back from a dizzy edge to breathe

the frame of words in which we’re sought

(plenty of page all over the place)

and theatre in the audience

now I can do no wrong

some kind of tripod

stoned among the walks

and magic sprite

splash in

frolic

and some in the unrhyming

where only the birds are loud

it’s Rubicon Year

I nostra-damn it

saw off a wise acre so

 go by proboscis – there’s a nostrum

new things need new names

and places are

to water the pumpkins by bucket

and while they are alive

pride

hubris

or nicer with a y

(hybris)

all of this activity can be reliably dated

as in for instance

when we discovered the idiot doormat arsehole triangle

having thought of a continuum thus far

always squeezing something into the world

chowing down and squeezing out

that’s earthworm us

take a deep breath

Great Auk

call that more than ethos

it’s the fundamental one word left

every year to go

a great one

tomorrow in the bank

to taste water

just as it tastes

what right more fundamental?

the air of course

a kind of bright

next door the mowing drone

and I really was there

it’s a thing achieved

out of a clear blue

your doom

and into it as well

how unsurprising where we are

how marvellous the possible

how others must imagine us

a far far better sky

I’d recommend a spell with  

on such an afternoon

to make

a kind of bright

appearing