#131 - three poems - poem with five titles, in a corner with the paint, why the airport?

12.5.20

131

three poems

firstly

poem with five titles

so ennobled

who’ll be bold?

letters also after a name

and partly, at least, from a dream

(see below)

little chance of keeping count

the house passes into historical time

(one strophe borrowed from yesterday’s –

that was my line

       jostle of image and idea)

cosy, with winter words

though someone says May

but any written run could be

won’t I bring the day inside

and take its temperature

test breeze

yes you in here with me

as if stuck in a lift

and see how here and now are gone

it’s every line for itself

track away

each reader making what they will

and frequently under aphasia

we are passing beyond the book

say by

what’s time in a village of light?

fix the thing

make me messenger god

to believe on

press the poem’s buttons

take your medicine

let’s say

a chimney puff and gone 

in a corner with the paint

here I am

like in the Joni Mitchell song

back in the box

because you’ve painted me into a corner

I’m really enjoying the view

it’s stabilized my condition

I can read the vital signs

of course I have a scratch at the paint

just as soon as it dries

that’s the only way to see through

a struggle of course to keep up the rhythm

but it’s all my own work

in fact everywhere see windows

I’m always working in one

walking in

can’t believe my eyes

I take a permanent position 

say junket, sinecure

I see the hippogryphs at battle

darkly hour it

make my verb

there’s no one who can read this stuff

drink pixel-ade

you’ll see

why the airport?

I am waiting for the dream

read a novel there

can’t remember

but to Tasmania

why?

I see there’s only one flight  

usual crew

most in their tracky daks

(it is pyjama year)

at the urinal, all yakuza, smokers

just the one tune playing

Dvořák, but I can’t be sure

one can’t

all kinds of things to measure waking –

sock with hoof, temps

road is a maniac

the dream is delayed

perhaps rescheduled

edge of the world is a blessing

you can drop off anywhere

any time

that’s how it is

in here