Sunday, 4 August 2013

Songs My Mother Taught Me

The street leads to the shout at the start of a ghost
and bitter juice of boy inside the body. 
Giles Goodland, 'Streetview' from The Dumb Messengers

Beware bright ribbons offered on a stormy day
slow clouds rumble
over rapid buildings / temporary dwelling

The child who gathers wind worn pebbles
against catastrophe
the fuzz in their uniforms grim

Ace; inside out, in my lovers arms
on a quiet day of wispy clouds
& burning automobiles

Do you remember
the man who fetched the rent, children playing on a wilderness-ed
bomb shelter / first amnesia, last narratologist

One year the fair came to visit
until I missed the target
& lost out on the toy

And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. Therefore

They drove all night & are driving still
you were wearing the latest slacks for ladies
some kids played one game of pinball

another until
we were no longer there. 

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