all over the place can't string a line
together pull a seam apart can't
pack another box your house my life photos blackened
taunt from the wallpaper peroxide bleaches out
your daughter our son in an Oxford Street photo-booth
the two of us kiss triplicate images roll out
pull the velvet curtain closed don't look to the light
it's raining this time another photo-booth another city we've stopped kissing
somebody something
falls
from
grace
a hanged man flees the Tarot deck his muscles concertina
around my neck, press down hard something
snaps wish bone? heart string? valve?
willow pattern mosaic shards float all over the place
decorating the kitchen like snowflakes that plate, you aimed it at my head
I duck it's not a plastic Frisbee something
somebody snaps
comes
undone
all over the place
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ReplyDeleteI should not wish
a plastic frisbee
to be ducked
but steel metal
head the target
my god memories
heart valve strings
wonder we survive them
dictionary of scars
look how we walk
Off the plane down the ramp
ReplyDeleteThere's a beach somewhere
Look how we walk
Red dictionary of scars
We don't look back
Off the plane down the ramp
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ReplyDeleteHey Rob, there was a great comment from you last night re writing the body, the dictionaryu (or autobiography?) of scars which I tried to respond to last night but my mobile wasn't working - now I've come to respond to it and it's vanished :(
DeleteDear Kristen, Yes I wrote it. Not that great, as I recall - but the idea has been on my mind for quite a while. There were perhaps a few poems. I think that a song cycle could cover the body - until it occurs to me that most of what has happened to it isn't even known to me. So, the plan to write the body, as a dictionary of scars, comes and goes. Separated from the mind, sometimes not. Clearly a subject, but a very deft touch for the old scars please!
DeleteThat was it Rob - a song cycle that deals with the writing of the body as a dictionary of scars - love the subject. Fabulous idea!
Deleteah -- the longstanding working title for my autobiography (if I ever get it together)
ReplyDeleteWork on not acquiring any more to put in it, mate. :)
DeleteKit, I'm sure with your prolific output, it's a matter of collecting the poems - that are all over the place - & assembling them :)
DeleteAhhh but the body is such a filthy fibber eh!
ReplyDeleteToo true Kerri - it hides many secrets.
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