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from scratch
every day the world must be learned
from scratch of sun
when all stars fail
light tricks us from a sudden tune
nakedness too
which part to protect?
there’s head in orbit
and how to turn
all of it from scratch
it’s to be someone else
to go on
no wonder then we wish back
and in among fine print for a cover
the dream of the toilet barge in
righteous indignation
the dream of the painting demonstration and theft
a corporate ploy to cheat
the lost thongs
this is London
the theatre tickets too
a great victory in the senate
and they stand on their desks to cheer
but I’m the only one there to see
how so much politics is missed
and the one who’s in gaol for child abuse
nevertheless elected
he snubs me
I’m embraced by strangers
remember hard but can’t
who go on to the business
of day to be learned
how to dress, how to speak
the very words and what we mean
every waking as from nothing
from nowhere
then who am I?
because a day – no day – can be known
but we must make it ours
from scratch of sun
when all stars fail
heads are cloth
and find a hole
a thread
poke through
and tug
there’s how to catch the arrow
you have only teeth
until meals
a hunger grows
all of this seems so everyday
soon the beer will begin
and what do the flowers say to the sun?
what do they say to the rain?
how quickly great triumphs forget us
as if at the counter
fronting up to ask
in a language we are yet to decide
how much for this day?
for that? for another?
even once upon a time
has to be learned
and that’s especially perhaps
we must learn
how it is to argue the toss
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