CIRCLES OF ELLIPSES

 now automatic writing
that engine & saviour of expression

     well -

 stationary boatmen

 make circles of ellipses

 in the spring of surface tension

 with coffee scoop feet 

& if i must

fall deep

to hear myself

i will belay the kernmantle ropes

 & light it up 

 & read the shadows
 of the gumbo & diamonds down there

  & fetch them up

  to the suns

  light

  warmth

   & bleachy fade

   & bust like birth

the kitchen counter silence 

in this bad-quiet & still 

     headpan pool

CATS SOFT COAT

tumeric
ground three days ago

distant peat

moss dried
after summer rain

a cleaned and living warmth

residue of perfume
        of handcream

trapped garden air

unavoidable hint of practical litter
and
somehow tar

home definitely home
and
a musk of long slow slumber

how to describe his smell
nose deep
in the cats soft coat ?

( maybe even 
  electricity
  subdued
  by his 
  power station 
  heartbeat )