#1660 - the deep state of poetry

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the deep state of poetry

 

glass towers!

steel spans!

 

the print through

or cross writing

you’d need some young lemon detectives

 

two cans and a length of twine

hello?

 

read or not

 

spun halo

over all our heads

 

the deep state of poetry

today, for instance

is up in the aether rare

 

no light to shine upon

we hum it in our sleep

 

hands on, no – not there!

 

fires took out the gumtrees

 

it’s always out of ashes

our manna

that’s how it tastes

 

the deep state of poetry

 

we never thought we’d make it

but must vote with our feet

 

attenutate

(or tether end)

 

meaning beyond words

still with

 

after the emu parade

(some say bower blue)

 

full of falling angels

 

you can see through them

 

with Camoens’ lazy eye

 

the funniest thing is believing itself

in the abstract of course

 

line, tone, colour

against the common will

 

picture a scrum and a forward pass

 

there was always some soaring

posterity was there

 

who’d care

 

the deep state of poetry is garret height

they’re kidding themselves for cash

 

a battle of cannons in the street

 

come in quickly and quietly

 

later on an early mark

off you go

 

hair grows out of the upturned palm

 

talking to yourself again

 

no choice

but second guess

it happens where you are