Sunday, November 3, 2019

Kit Kelen #1402 - in poetry pretending

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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