Monday, March 25, 2019

Kit Kelen #1181 - live to the magic of next


1181
live to the magic of next

for Anna Couani


the poem
someone I don’t know
comes at an appointed hour

as dreams will tangle
lost in days

you’ll need a moment
thoughtless

I have arranged it so

and look!
no capitals
no full stops

scratch at any surface
see how the pigment pours
sunshine
so digression

who can tell
what ghosts of the street?

another poem
as fresh sky laid
a new world every day!

over the tomb
of words where spoken
this now never said before

my poem
lost moments
bob in reverie

dodge
and weave the words

I wrestle myself to write
and often on the floor

see sprung fully armed
fresh warriors I must despatch
they’re one at a time
home on their shields

no flag to wrap

every technique is magic
a clockwork heart
this image is

because
who knows
I cannot tell

my home is full of mirrors
an open door
you call a draft

and even in winter
tight as a drum
the locked up head
lets in

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