( after reading poetry bogside i wrote - )
1. DUH
in the fear
of a down and out doormouse
charity sponsored
by an alley cat
there is poetry
in the fog horn pink dawn
in your winter glove
there is poetry
2. LOVEMEAT
a kind of music gets in the words
its like light thru cracks
dawn thru a bullethole
and i can see beyond
the rope and the gallows
and i can see outside
the hammer and the anvil
a kind of foodchain gets in the words
poems are like animals
hot mammals at rest or rage
they can turn a man to stone
lovemeat in their teeth
3. PLUMBING SINGS
i read the rooming house madrigals
in the 6 am bathroom
the cat eats his treats
in the hallway
he lays his lazy arse down
the plumbing sings a song
and while englands dreaming
the plumbing will sing tomorrow
its truer song
just the same
4. CORTISOL AND CREAM
i read hitler painted roses
in my grandmothers old chair
the one dorothy used to perch on
like a tiny bird
and out there
there is lightning
over the river
beyond the bungalow horizon
and out there
there is a storm horizon
like smudged mascara
a stripe in the jammed tv sky
and the sails of my drydock argo
are wild with typos and cortisol
whipped up with wind and cream
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