#316 - two poems - myself as phenomenon and incabloc

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two poems

 

incabloc

 

the balance wheel

 

joyous

up to the rung

wound

 

nights helm

make time an arrow

always pointing

 

dream once said

and so survives

 

drip drip drip

and distant thunder

that’s the dark for you

 

another arrow

Harold’s eye …

 

then I’m in the words again

one more to point another direction

 

timidity

trade mark of course

 

word everyone knows

but not in the dictionary

 

all of the future

each equally

in there

 

tick and kick the can along

different ways to look

 

so slight the parallels of

sign to write

 

ramble up

a universe

take a flower to the top of the tree

 

must not mention

 

I deliver the homily on plagiarism

won’t remember what yesterday wrote

 

there was a St Vincent-Welchism

but I can’t make it out

 

Sarah’s chalking up swimming pool floors

words for later swimmers, fish

no question they’ll be clear

 

and shock proof

words well sprung

 

nervous thing to watch

where I remind myself

 

how many jewels to the day?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

myself as phenomenon

for godsbother

 

consider the elements inside

a cloze

well seasoned

 

magic

so little come to light

 

let the record show

 

a black box guess

 

presence and contend

 

pill under tongue

and temperature took

 

imbibe and pile

collect the thoughts

 

counting under breath

moments till gone

 

the itch from scratch –

that’s me

line of scribble

continuous, but surely ending

 

habeus corpus

and body up for it

 

here-ing and now-ing

listen up

and away

 

trick

which future

my mirage?

 

angel off

ghost now gone

 

the music comes out here

 

magic!

to live until we don’t

 

noumenon later

if there’s still time

but that wouldn’t matter

 

took icono-classes

 

all

a reminder to deface the temple

this way that

a self is

 

know by twinge

 

where else but in

this most miraculous skin