#400 - an inappropriate encounter in which physical distance was not maintained

 

30.i. 21

400

2.30

an inappropriate encounter in which physical distance was not maintained

Auckland, Friday – at the Grand Millennium (and how often is that?)

 

 

notes written on a used mask

passed

‘bring me a beaker of your most Marlborough’

 

then

(eye quicker than suggestion)

in flagrante delicto – yum!

 

readers, harden your hearts for this

it was no bumping into merely

 

they had been wearing underpants

but now all bets are off

think trampoline if must

 

the minister cannot control the actions of every individual –

then what kind of a government are they running over there?

(we note it was Brigadier Bliss in command)

 

let me tell you (and who will contradict?)

this was head over heels

 

wink first they went and made their own brink

mustn’t we all at a pinch?

 

slap and tickle

of course had the nod

and blindly horsing about to begin

 

a taste, a touch

then deeps of the eye

and gone

far gone           

 

a little spray?

shall we sanitize this?

 

for their sake here

hoping there’s no more news

but for the families to share

 

sign in

with a code

perhaps joyous event?

 

and this – girls and boys –

just happens to be the sort of reason

really why

today

so many of us are here

 

 

 

 

 

we, the tribeless

 

out of blear night

because we dreamt it

and told the dream

 

it’s in the genes

swoon distances

tendril to be more

 

while everyone else is pretending

we fell out of the rain

are sprung up from stone

 

not a people at all

but we are soil so rumoured

mulch

have always hidden in words

scrolls curl up in a cave

 

peer hard among

will you tell us apart

 

vanishing reverie city is

of the book and far

roll a way in

 

we, the wronged of an any-king stroke

 

come hide me under a street of strange stars

 

gone, lost and make a desert our own

 

sky for a screen

bloom and manna fall

there is in ink to fit