Lesson in a coffee-shop
31/10/2009
She wipes her spit on a handkerchief
And dabs the face of a child
Who raises its eyes to the street outside
Heedless and full of care.
Autumn Sprezzatura
30/10/2009
Under white skies on the long drive down,
The trees fulfil their rapture.
Their pale and well drawn lines suggest
Greatness, easy done.
* Sprezzatura: Italian, ‘learned ease’.
Scrambled eggs
29/10/2009
A blitz of yellow,
And fresh sprigs of herbs.
Bread; on a sideboard,
A dripping whisk.
The PHD
28/10/2009
Wandering the corridors between the words
She keeps her head down and composes the work,
Following the threads of argument
Along winding pavestones in her garden of books.
Death is nothing compared to the fear of loss.
Once dead, all’s lost, or all of here;
It’s loss that chokes, need exposing loss,
The loss that comes with having.
La Famille Ménagerie
26/10/2009
The cat in her cradle,
The old elephant beneath the sheet,
The way Servant the pig does rondels
As she sweeps the fireside clean.
Pop Star in Europe (IX)
25/10/2009
In a bear pit in Bordeaux we played out our souls
On rickety trumpets and cat’s-shriek viols,
Sounding the march of our different drum,
The audience, reeling, bellowed ‘encore!’
Observation, overdue
24/10/2009
A woman gets used to sharing her body
With monthly blood and others.
Mechanical man moves ever alone,
Ego a submarine.
Academia
23/10/2009
All these inquisitions,
These verbal attritions,
Are nothing but a single finger
Tracing the outline of God.
Two tellings of the same anecdote
22/10/2009
Years later, he told the story again,
One that had performed to laughter before.
His eyes twinkling, voice wisdom-cracked,
He became the old teller and his younger self.