PIECES

& we hold 

the piece of them 

we are left with

like a rushed bout of swapsies
in the hall before the lesson bell

& i hear their healthy guffaw

That  Made  Time  Do  One

when i see stuff & things

they would have loved
to be alive 

to laugh at

DESCRIBING TREES

now they axiom
& skedaddle
in their brittle winter debris
bark so dark its noir

& theres something of 

the pop-up book about them
their shapes - almost absences
cut out from the fence & shed & air

quietly mad & still & muted 
renfermé arbre
like painted by a french engineer
with a gall bladder for an eye

CLUNKY ANALOGY SHOES

KEEP IT DOWN PEOPLE, I'M MISSING THE POINT

 

i am reliably informed

that this is no time to be silent

now theres more killers

in the streets & the skies 

& the boardrooms 

& the governments

than ever before
but i am not sure

i can face 

more noise

~

& i wonder how it would look

to play it all out in silence

comical maybe

probably absurd

& that might slow 

the state goblins down 

& let me rest up some

in peace for a change

OFFCUT POSEY No 40

they planted great spikes

in the turned earth

of new mexico

to mark & warn
of the nuclear deathwaste 
they buried there

~

reminds me of stuffing 

toys away under the bed

before top of the pops
or blakes 7 was on tv

only that was just my tonka truck

cached with matchbox cars