Poems

The CONTRACT of WATER

Only then
bathed in mica light
corrugated-iron scalloped clouds
punctuation of desert ants
shepherded by horned lizards
to be baked over quartz.

Then only cars are strangers.
This winter wind is infected.

One flake of stone takes wind -
that eremitic locust promises nothing
that time has not already wagered.

Sit down.
You'll see the new growth
just when you thought
the recent rain did nothing but
build a thin skin
over an abyss of dust.

A new season is ready
crows know
& patient kangaroos.
A giant must have tossed coin,
circles come up barren.
There is always struggle,
death is taxes
but today the living have the odds.

 

 

SNOWBOUND, WAITING FOR THE HEARSE

Directions:
If & when freezing Mum she’d want to know
that all the pleats were tidy –
hair done, the best string of pearls.

The deep freeze must be thoroughly scrubbed
then scented with 4711
vanilla
orange oil & hospital grade bleach – effect
eternal but tidy
both practical & kitchen based.
Her hands should be folded
but eyes propped open…
she will scowl at you through all the blizzards/
the frozen xmas bird of mother-love.

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