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is all laid out on numbered plates.
In lilacs, greys and greens, which adumbrate
the local function;
a riddle
flattened out. A knot
bisected down the interaural line.
The brain of the rat in stereotaxic space
admits no trace
of all the little rat-thoughts, little rat-needs,
that scurry round its maze. Just page on numbered page
of isthmuses and commissures, and junctions and rhombomeres,
all jigsawed into place.
The brain of the rat in stereotaxic space
insists the pieces tessellate
and nothing else squeaks in. Just fig on numbered fig,
glossed in 8-point lowercase.
The brain of the rat in stereotaxic space
invites us to extrapolate
and come up with grim stuff –
here’s no ghost, no guest, no hidden ace
tucked up a sleeve. No sleeve, in fact. Just stacks of coloured plates.
The brain of the rat in stereotaxic space
has something to relate
about how late it is. How much has been a waste.
Grateful, nonetheless,
to have had my time at a kink of neural space
that more or less exactly corresponds
to that where you had yours –
a riddle
uttered once, between one blank page and the next. And that will do, I think.
*
I Think We’re Alone Now
It’s stuck in there, the thought. Running just as fast as we can
Holding on to one another’s hand
It’s wound up really tight. Trying to get away into the night
Two minutes only to complete
its unicursal not-quite-circuit And then you put your arms around me
the loop where you and I play out
those stubborn gestures on repeat – And we tumble to the ground
the crickets bleat their string quartet,
the synth does its forever bit And then you say
*
Giallo
The trick falls somewhere there between what you see
and what you don’t. Between the cleaver coming down
and the merry spatter – another image darkens on the retina.
The mind supplies the detail that decorum must omit –
but the mind, let’s not forget, has its own censors.
Now you see her, now you don’t. Now watch the camera
move lovingly among the assembled treasures.
Something or other here must offer answers: the marble
or the moppet, the reddened mouth, the leather glove.
You almost had it then – a half-remembered, murmured
scrap of rhyme, a cradlesong. Like tenderness. Like trauma.
Like love, with all the notes played out of order.
Because you were rattled, weren’t you, by that mirror –
by what you saw just now, or thought you saw,
reflected in the glass. The old betrayal; the awful peekaboo.
*
Muse
I met her once. In taffeta and ermine,
and sitting in a bar in Stepney Green.
I don’t think she had slept. Is it Monday now?
Or Tuesday? She’d lost her purse again,
had no money. She said Oh Honey, hey,
you know – I used to know your man.
(She said that – said your man. Said Honey, hey.)
She talked – about herself. Said It’s funny,
I’ve always been the one that got away –
I couldn’t really hack the staying on,
the seeing through. Well – you know what I mean.
She smiled, so I smiled back. Well, anyway.
Remember me to him, won’t you, Honey?
I will, I lied. And went about my day.
Contents List
11 The brain of the rat in stereotaxic space
12 Speculum
14 Axonometric
16 In the dream of the cold restaurant
18 The Swords
20 Set piece with mackerel and seal
COVERS
31 I Think We’re Alone Now
32 Les jeux
34 Whatever happened to Rosemarie?
35 It is the lark that sings so out of tune
37 Lore
39 Audio commentary
COMPLICATIONS
45 The Fly Dressers’ Guide
46 Intentional complications
49 Giallo
50 Muse
51 The true story of your own death
55 A fine distinction
56 All the blues
58 Rune poem for a funeral
60 Some remarks on the General Theory of Relativity
62 A beetle in a box
67 Ghost story in the subjunctive
69 Oversight