"The arms of the first are parallel, the other's arms converge." Meyer Schapiro, Cezanne (on 'The Card Players').
some things exist
somewhere
meadows in memories a
train gliding through its tunnel
then there are
specific animals
who stalk the alphabet
as it describes itself
until sleepiness turns
them into bassoons
the best day i ever
had
was at an execution
there were bibles and
a food that made me sad
but i was happy, like
my non-existent sister on her birthday
or soldiers or stamp
collectors
ever since i’ve walked
around with a vulture claw-fixed to my scalp
i tried being dead but
the vulture just died too
all the while eating
my brain
is this an unusual
circumstance
or will it have happened before
Great poem like the first line and the bassoon bit... and the non existent sister .. ah.. aye a good poem there young man
ReplyDeleteCheers James - kind of you. Much appreciated.
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