1402
in poetry pretending
that you are
here with me my love
and all the
generations
for instance that
there’s money in it
words mouth
to mouth passed down
pretending to
prose at home
tell a story
cosy
coo
under your
bushel hiding a rhyme
that someone
sees my shining crown
these are my
friends
posture of
class
no gum trees
here
still
kangariddles
wallabeasts
a forest of
dropbears
devil may
all city grit
home terrors
to have made
me mean
to run the ragged
limbs let
loose
no, more like
look up in
the air
is it…?
imagine the
poet inside
this
submarine
no subterren
boring away
like a Hamlet
ghost
and ‘swear!’
I was here
for a good time
bright as the
rain
smoke in the
air must signify
all
territories tightly held
take up my
brush and stone
as ancients
always ink
or clatter in
the keys
and see the
futures shining so
in poetry
pretending
to have
always been here
or that one
day you’ll say
a cock crows
in it somewhere
I have seen
the cows come home
I do all the
marvelling
clammy with
the fear
and touch,
lust long for it
as wet as
hard as at it then
in poetry
pretending
a feat of strength,
complexity
can you lift
this one?
is it over
your head?
always ever
so tending to truth
who wins this
prize?
we’re close
pretending
that we sing
and are a
chorus
a poem tells
its day will come
when
everybody knows
still it
falls into the cracks
just so you’ll
climb the walls
coffined with
the ant – no air
is this the
way we’ll go
but no!
I come from
the microscope estates
and message
bottle sea
all of it
above and beyond
against all
facts
a life well
spent
nor are we in
the bottle here
but blot the
copybook
crossings out
pretending a
thousand words to the picture
be the menagerie
as it may
to have made
mean
to run the
shop
over hills
and far away
all once upon
till time and times
it’s in so
many poems no one can breathe
come for the
villains
and loved by
the righteous just
drill down
the gutter
leaks
a tile comes
loose
always work
to do
and bibles of
us smitten, smite
it is the most essential thing
pretending, I mean
a bettered world
and bettering
in poetry pretending
someone’s reading
here
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