#1472 - requiring a blank page

 

1472

5.11

11.i.24

requiring a blank page

for wise surprise

 

into the poem

as to the dream

firm hold let go required

 

like you’re at the top – very top

of a sky

 

and is that canvas?

 

bower bird swoop low

cicada shift

 

there’s grazing at the door

 

you worry if well enough supplied

 

is it real

one has wonder at?

 

it’s out of that pure doubt thinking

there might not be planet

down there

not even the primordial

may not have wheels

no feet at all

 

being ourselves freaks of nature

along for the ride

 

and look – no hands

 

I, the prisoner of all before

must shake the wet wool away

 

thing on your back –

is that parachute?

 

cloud statues

muse calls

demons and evil often

 

someone is squashing us

into the poem box

 

nothing fits

I will cooperate

 

come out of this smeared with word

 

that’s how it is when you make from scratch

the Earth and the heavens

just from these few strange signs

 

how marvellous blank

the day, the page

 

and your task to destroy