Saturday, January 12, 2019

Kit Kelen #1109 - on the first day of aircon



1109
on the first day of aircon
for a field guide to Australian clouds


a kind of bright nothing follows
in treetops of a wind

with the yellow pen
that slows you down
though not because of its colour

my true love said to me

I am writing a universal speculative history
of wiping the arse

cobwebs and dust!

I am applying for a grant
(it’s well deserved)
with credentials
experience
with a plan that will not fail

of course in chamber cowering
in wing as it were
inside by the terrace

finding the right way
with these few words
come round and round again

so peppermint
the sun shines through
to show the season
late afternoon already

a conceptual work
(did I say that before?)

when you read
you are in the work

in of and under

not to lose anything
along the way
that’s the work of witness
a spell or kind of hush

likewise when you try
to read the work
but fail

pool just about in the shade now
and me just about in it

back from a dizzy edge to breathe

the frame of words in which we’re sought

(plenty of page all over the place)

and theatre in the audience

now I can do no wrong

some kind of tripod

stoned among the walks

and magic sprite
splash in

frolic
and some in the unrhyming
where only the birds are loud

it’s Rubicon Year
I nostra-damn it

saw off a wise acre so
 go by proboscis – there’s a nostrum

new things need new names
and places are

to water the pumpkins by bucket
and while they are alive
pride
hubris
or nicer with a y
(hybris)

all of this activity can be reliably dated
as in for instance
when we discovered the idiot doormat arsehole triangle
having thought of a continuum thus far

always squeezing something into the world
chowing down and squeezing out

that’s earthworm us

take a deep breath
Great Auk
call that more than ethos

it’s the fundamental one word left

every year to go
a great one

tomorrow in the bank

to taste water
just as it tastes
what right more fundamental?

the air of course

a kind of bright

next door the mowing drone

and I really was there
it’s a thing achieved

out of a clear blue
your doom
and into it as well

how unsurprising where we are
how marvellous the possible

how others must imagine us
a far far better sky

I’d recommend a spell with  
on such an afternoon

to make
a kind of bright
appearing

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