#33 - two poems

02.02.2020

33

two poems

a nut for a jar of tuna

(corona virus dream)

parts thereof

China and getting out 

lost in the queues

lost my tour group

vast square of night

and lights went

knots of what are they up to

someone coughs

a powder misted

will I need the injection (?)

hard to say

but it’s expected

can’t tell from the others

China, after all

in the car backseat with Turnbull

a wealth reek, he’s a passenger up front

puts down my tray table for a piece of fruit

how very very kind

would you have done any different knowing now

(play to form the words)

what you couldn’t then

how much time you had?

I explain to him and Lucy is listening

how each Prime Ministership from Rudd on

changed the rules

how, if he were Scott Morrison

now he’d be king forever

but then I see they’re all like that

by now he’s gone as I am

in the third there’s climbing

it’s all I’ve got

but I see now that the theme was gone-ness

which is where I’m lost with these words

a date with the same way in and out

last part’s to waking lost

look up, twinkle

nothing taller than the sky

touch stars

and tell ourselves for far

forever from what

we’ll never know