you marvel at the perfect
the night all its songs
succinct like shorthand
complete disarray in sync
you hear the neighbour's pool
pump gurgle
pretend for a while it's
a babbling brook with all the
cliche trimming-
star light wispy trees
you're in the mountains
somewhere
air moving barely
bat screech
there's a shame in the sky
chortling tells all
passing train replies
screaming the secret it trawls
the same call yet different
the mechanics of noise and
voice dissimilar
squeeze on metal
skin on air
a dog barks you
wanted it to be a howl
a wolf
or the decisive comment of dingo
guttural observer
and you're back
in the 'burbs with
the coal train
its black silk
seeps into the air
I feel various sequels coming on
ReplyDeletethe pluperfect // past perfect
the present continuous baby
and a squeeze on the apostropherical errors, a decisive comment on such shames!
ReplyDeleteand if apostropherical is not a word I shall plead poetic license...
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