Kerri Shying R # 115 Awake past midnight in a country town

Awake past midnight in a country town

no more    nights

en pointe   fake  tendons

see     attach to all the grommets

feel it   all the skins pressed in

tight    shut up shut up

pull up there crash    bandicoot

the roots up    find the reason

why the wherefores ifs

the buts   lost call

 st jude   st jude

he’s got a column inches long

all the one horse papers   all

the lonely towns  lost

if there was an answer

it got lost   we asked

 st jude and  hey

why so familiar

too st jude hey Judah

Judith  middle of  the night

laxity stretching out

my credibility   my foot drop

nobody knows a thing

no more   no saints nothing

but the rain in Spain falling gently

 on this pain  the softest rain

falling early     plucking my ears with a fresh born

sound a small beaked bird of a rain

for the hatchlings 

all of us

reborn truths

  us  the fullstops    our

answers glimpsed beyond

 the witching hour.