#223 - two poems - a presence through persistence & alien transmission

 

12.viii.20

223

two poems

 

a presence through persistence

 

I lost a table in the garden  

it happens

 

we lost ourselves in words

whose were they?

 

no one hears

stand under

catch them falling

sometimes never spoken there

but drift

 

went to another hour of the day

a season

 

unexplained region

we might yet invade

 

you’ll keep quiet though

everywhere by now

no one will know

 

lost the chairs

my will, my way

 

say me was always an exaggeration

 

stood and then

sat with the soil

dung clung

for a spin

it’s always

 

we heard the turning too

 

lay down and the garden grew over me

no one to say not so

 

 

cantata on the pornograph

 

a jokey mystery

athletes all

gold medalists

only have to imagine

how age will not weary us there

 

the cock its thrice crow

my denial

 

it was all night golden afternoon

I came to your office

could we close the door?

find nook and gone

inconspicuous

unknowing

was innocence there?

will it be again?

come tickle, cuddle up, purr

do all anonymous

send her vicarious

not for the others

not for them to know

 

daughtered, think differently

blink of an eye still twinkle

 

a sudden move disqualifies

 

after

demure

come in the best room

what crossed legs

the come hither

 

didn’t feel

because my mind was elsewhere

don’t remember a thing

but sneaking information out

how you find me here

 

after the accident

and tin can cut

from upside down

so dropped from the belt

bruised, even with the airbag

 

the officer’s enquiries

and in that bus

aren’t we victims?

from the screens

we couldn’t see

but knew it was

alien transmission