Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Verso

 


Love poem without a tune
Love song without words
Or just a glance, or a shared joke
A drawing, of an everyday subject, we knew

It was of love. 

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What is a poem
It's what you write standing in a queue
Or what you can't think out
The possibility

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Place of the Constitution
Loudspeakers around the old bell
The message must get through!

The tawny paint that adapts interior walls to exterior walls: scars.

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Blot on the landscape


The sky, the combing ploughs patterned the brown earth, white villages, proper roads.

Only to clean the scab of hippies. If you don't exploit, you don't inhabit.


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I believed, a poem
should contain three surprises.

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Bogbreath

Because inside me something is quaking
I am too acidic

Inside me is a place that used to
be something else

as the stumps show.

Black specks whirr in the pearl morning
and when the sun rises
the pines are silver, berries orange.





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