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