A Tuesday, and the chimney welled out its billows
which blundered up
rollicking over and over into a baby sky.
I kept the Ningbing false antechinus lodged in my barchetta pocket
so close to my ear that I could hear her raspy breath as she chewed
a bit of bluish-green raffle ticket, which,
once upon a time, had won a small piece of absolutely nothing
as a take-home from a school fête.
For the most part I adopted the upward dog as a diversion,
while twin violins
powder-puffed the whole locale with stop-start bait and switch.
Out on the border of their audibility, down beyond the railings
of the great arboretum, birds tensed and withdrew,
withheld that which
they had been on the point of laying.
Snatches of the Takemitsu wandered into my regard
like austere cattle –
waxed and frightened, glimpsed through shifting maiden silvergrass.
My pocket was a coffin. The tiny marsupial’s immersion in it
a dreamfood
a straight up giant
a dreamfood
*
No kind of cow
might mix concrete
because every kind
of shovel
will slip again
and again from between
the cloven toes of their forehooves
No cow
at the end of the long day
as the subtle dusk pulls in
will lean on a shovel
a rollup stuck to
the bottom lip like
an inch of smouldering straw
The cows they did not mix
the concrete sand and gravel
that made their concrete floor
*
I adore
the cushty smell my pillow has
It has imbibed my essence
and plays it back to me
on a soft loop
My beguiling
sexy pillow
in its white smock like a saint
with an ancient
baby shame tucked inside like Rome
I am all over the place
I am talky wreckage
I am crumbs at a picnic
I am important ruins
Visit me
Dig me up
Hold me a while to your soft cheek
Now bury me again
*
The Traumatised Fox
Once time a fox screams so thick
he blows his pants clean off
those pants (tail on) land on the lake splish
(troubling the surface only somewhat)
what the fox had witnessed –
deep in forest
where men and laws get well
and properly lost
a bad house had demolished its occupants
a man a woman and the special
child they had named ash
first it broke their bones in slamming doors
then it pressed them hard and hard again
betwixt its walls
then it ran its mangle banisters across their meat
then it sieved their juices through its rugs
and all the while the house bricks crunched against
their mortar
and windows flexed with a tremulous moan
like the sound
of an old fellow’s pleasure at a young woman’s touch
o now a thin wind
blows in as a nasty nighty night
still the fox’s pants
float out on the lickety lake
and through its open door
the wicked house it burps an greasy reek of carnivore
bottomless fox shivers
what is right goes out like a
like a light
Contents List
11 Panic Room
13 Hippopotami at the Water Hotel
16 Swapping Clothes with a Friend
18 How a Poem Works
19 (Implacable doom-trod sky notwithstanding
21 A Feather in My Cap
23 Tender is the born
25 A Trap or a Net
eleven grim poems
29 Blossom
30 The Garrulous Horse
31 The Bitten Ball
33 A Goodly Fly
34 gone off
35 The Traumatised Fox
38 The Woodman Prince
40 Fungi
42 The Piece of String
46 Little Men
48 The Princess and the Pea
51 Is it Honey
53 Burn Down
55 Contingency
57 In the wayward place
60 When you were dead
63 Puppetry
66 The Trees
67 No kind of cow
69 Quids in
71 We listened to the cows
73 I adore
74 I miss
I am not a bad bird
77 Marcie says
79 Marcie says
80 Marcie says
81 Marcie says
82 Marcie says
85 Bluebottle Modus Operandi
88 Cadavre Exquis
89 Turkey Shoot
91 All your life is out
93 Henry
95 A Poisonous Midnight
98 Hôtel des Champignons
104 Crocodeelio
106 I don’t know
108 Bacon and Egg