#2295 -- no magic, still tricks

 

2295

7.102

13.iv.26

no magic, still tricks

for wise surprise

for Beth Spencer

 

cut the clutter

 

delete the non-lexical for a headline

 

yet nothing is wasted

however devoutly

 

Mari Kondo is a very bad person

her book’s in the trash

or cut it up for a collage

 

re-jig, resume

 

I think of Beethoven and I think of Mozart

we’ll come back

 

all this requires expansion

 

each line must live

 

and yet their blood is upon it

(the darlings, I mean… I blame them)

 

how many dots may we ask to join?

ask and be asked

 

congealed blood is black pudding

 

we set out in the sea of the already

things done, I mean

 

spread a rumour so

 

back off head

butt out heart

 

it’s the not-yet, isn’t it

 teaches us doubt everything?

 

if it looks like a poem

and smells like a poem

if I stand it on its head

tip toe too

whisper it

 

release the poem from the stone

 

step back – it breathes

and we with

 

hollow out the hallowing

 

what does it want?

thing of darkness, thing of light

and all for a song

 

that’s ambiguous

 

I’ll have an icononclasm

 

weight of it’s in what won’t be said

 

they call it reading between

where else?

 

some say to keep it in your pants

 

I’ll stick with the never-yet-before

 

the live jolt

and the space around

 

the pruning and the range, the ramble

 

the page as day as page

 

revolves around the poem

making us all so shine

 

the poem’s a happening thing