Kit Kelen #507 - gives life to me

507

gives life to me

is poem the polished thing?

is it shone?

a cannon's trained on it

so sad lost lack

like the wire come down

that's how we wriggled under

that's how we got away

lines run off where they will

or gather her familial

squint for the sun

- crow's feet

is poem star the sea took?

or is it here

this first thing guess

a scribble?

scratch at the page

and sometimes poke through?

with hello here's poem

some sign holy relics

or might amount to miracle

all cringe

will there be picture in them?

a Vegemite Jesus for every slice

before the poem genuflect

we must be the victim of

precious breath of mind

gut rough

find mine and find a way in

this polished crystal call necessity

dial triple but we can't remember

the poem equal to all

is up against the storm

is ship at sea

and perch

as we pitch

is poem a published thing?

is it read?

does it ring?

will I know the tune when I hear it?

and how am I to start?

the making puts me up a tree

and speak with the birds to solve

they shit on it

here in the engine room

Christ!

you can't hear yourself think

but this is how my life was saved

what a poem was

I still believe

and I know

that in your heart you know

that voice

you can hardly call

conversation

I suppose

we ought

to sing