#225 - two poems - light wash & who dunit

14.viii.20

225

two poems

 

light wash

 

a seasay in the tangling

sky blue over too

 

dolphin wheel day

 

in underscrub cast

not quite last light

still hill to climb

 

out of the shaded way

no offer of breeze

no book

the head hold all

 

a streaming nested, meshed

 

time takes me

this further in the afternoon

 

all day could be

passion in the leaves

 

these words to take me back 

 

whodunit

 

you were a steam train

no stoking required

 

this is my correspondence from the night

 

commence from their bedroom

not seen as such

in the falling action, could say

 

they have piled into the machine

one by one

or were they pushed

I saw some and you

 

colour spread

that could be blood not sure

and will be

one already dead

 

a twin tub but not quite

no one asks ‘big enough for bodies?’

 

come out zombie or it’s expected

the girl admitted as much

 

probably all will be

can’t find the telltale see page though

not as you’d expect

 

the authorities show

are not to be trusted

smug with their this thing all the time

a whole crew – forensics, front

 

everyone says the opposite

but murder’s suicide too

 

an upstairs balcony cloister

I pay with a nakedness of sorts

just what one does

 

gyprock, stained timber

she is the daughter they never had

fled in confession

 

all innocence the machine no one mentions

where the heavy sideboard was, the chest

sits, on the wrong floor, as if a bedroom thing

 

of course it’s prophetic

simply in the sense

all this will be in a book