Friday, 1 February 2013
HOW TO WRITE POETRY 321
rub cider vinegar in those wounds that fit you
go loiter by open water
breath its constant motion and still weight
read the graffiti on the concrete wall there
that obscene kids
and lovers wrote
marvel at the sky and its queue of planes
that dont come down till theyre told
call
the
morning forest a frayed smudge
if it feels right
announce
that the cold streaks of rain like fairy lines
are
falling stars flashing in your headlamp
and
watch
them
dance fast and endless and popping
like
video in the black puddles
find a thing and call the thing a things name
and
say its name again aloud
to
feel
its
magic quota
make the A4 sacred
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