i prefer roads to airports always will
let’s not playact we’re explorers grizzled under
an ornate moustache or two ounces of petticoats
never abandoning our coats in a bar never
losing sight of the objective
when is the moment of discovery? huddling in the rain
it’s a more contemporary sign of romance ho hum
i wrote this but also danger (i thought that) like knitting narratives
under a tap, thought plashing & my faux-corduroy nylon jacket
was just a projection backdrop reinforcing leftist beliefs as if
politics is a possum glimpsed with autoflash eyes or
a phase of the moon to pass through
‘on this day’ pls imagine things pictorially for me 🙂
a sleepy powerpoint will do, somehow graph idea / action
/ privilege thanks
there is no need for emotional labour beside your yellow
& purple fabrics see constructing poignancy is hot
but also danger really, whether running through
that world of rain or perched on a walking mangrove foot
two thousand & seventeen was unpublishable anyway
‘a tree cannot walk’ (what does go mean?)
putting lyrics to music one evening, as above
you decide erasure is a the key failure to avoid but then
once i reviewed gigs in poems that too was foolish, exploratory
the planet can still smell of my cologne 20 hrs later
a playful elbow or two later, a mutter about
the swell of bass later, the muted harp later &
those sequins, like i said & wrote:
this year we sit on tree roots before we crest
new decades with your hair soft & ringletting
the persistent raindrops (white feathered leaf dodgers)
persist & rats make the drain-cover-call & yep i’m sloppy
with clichés & cartoons & this is a bouncy sobriety!
i’ll write more on the plane home (i write this) but also
don’t label-make i thought this like last time but
resisted writing & revealing we’ll see hey mate