KA Rees #39 - The Dissociatives

The Dissociatives

After Michael Dransfield

By star

light’s also. This sorghum is Seventeen

of Twenty Five and although

we petition oracles, tongues

heavy with cereals, we find no

water under our boats.

This river no longer reflects the moon,

it’s a dusty riverbed welling with cracks

and although you search for a bus

to drive you home, you can find no

map to show your location.

By star

light’s also, we rise

with the moon and sketch fire

with sticks, we push them antimacassar

inside fissures to see what floats out.

We sit cloistered inside oriels 

around a pool table and pinball machine

the bar a box seat 

to the benchmark or perhaps the waterline

on a tide of imagination.