Kit Kelen #889 - first study for knock knock or what we say at the border

889

first study for

knock knock

or

what we say at the border

for A Field Guide to Australian Clouds

rain with stars shone

trees weep here

let run where it will

a downhill rain

a road in

tram to the city

a flail

and I remember you

back in the dream

once winged and soar

a people over borders to breathe

look down in yours

in one ear and out

and ever up the creature went

as if there were beyond

let a sky fall

what other hope?

well, tear up

throw to these deeps

just one bomb

never just the one

I can't remember here

and that could be a flag of me

a window to and through

we touched

in mortar fire

and duck grenade

knock knock

into those eyes look up look down

pants falling and on fire

who's there?

and sometimes

will I wave?

once upon

and in a while

among the mines

say tender foot

could be your sister

mother once

and all ours

rough grunt become a tune

and parts

and moments gone

sometimes see you on the street

and will I wave?

what do we say at the border?

that there is none?

there's just the wash-up here

it's how

be worded

and we'll know

survived

womb telling

so secret few we are to it

must have been back then

just this 'you' to say

and so, by such awful means

themes run up against them

all this orchestra's a world

shake hands

and wash before

and here, the fled - knock knock

the more-and-always-more

and are you firstly far?

all wet behind

as the seas fill with plastic

as the heavens dim from view

count -- seven still?

time falls in the picture

knock knock

who cares?

it's only me reflected

more and less than that

no bells ringing yet?

pull this other then

consider the vast expanse

all weather

and keeps coming

weeks like this

months maybe

head clears and see

it's here we are

you too

a bad chest

a wound come with me

recipe where I remember

and half a letter

this torn scarf

all meaning

knock knock

did ever a bomb fall?

let the rifle speak

come to the older sense of words

imagine the forest is no one's

stands its own few feet

no reception there

first there's all gormless

under you go

a knack

then it comes fast to you

the knowing to do

arm to arm

house to house

work up a sweat and you're here

someone thinks not though

you have to be buried

that's when a bomb will fall for you

because in sleep we are together

in the forever land

come to a more careful time

I can't remember here

what if you were the remedy?

one day as if always here

hailed

and knock on wood

fare well

then we may say

well met

look left look right

and look again

cagey with a road

then in a while

and once upon

sun so struck me

like a day bulb knew

your eyes in which mine shone

shine still

and I could fell a tear

caught cloud once by the wisp

come out with my axe and my saw

rain with stars shone

trees weep here