Poor Poetry - by
Multiform work
Multiform work
kicking pine cones down the street
/ climbing the backyard cherry tree
/ lying in new sheets
/ waking in darkness waking to snow
/ how…
I
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/ This is the myth we chose to do without;
/ and surely the painter imagined the garden he shows
/ as…
Things are tired.
/ Things like to lie down.
/ Things are happiest when,
/ for no reason, they collapse.
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/ That French plastic bottle, still half-full,
/ that soft-back…
In memory of my cat Fay, 1984-2001
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/ While scooting about with the hoover gadget
/ a tiny whiteness attracts my eye.
/ I…
Washboards and mangles are on my father’s mind.
/ In conversation he will return to the soaked linen
/ of his childhood –…
Niektórzy kolekcjonuja opilki przeszlosci.
/ Sa bezcenne jak szadz na przydroznych brzozach.
/ Zwlaszcza licza sie nieliczne momenty bezwzglednej przytomnosci umyslu,
/ ekwinokcjum.
/
/ Jej…
Late autumn’s good up around
/ The neighbourhood mountain’s misty flank in the morning
/ When the piss-trail of the morning promenade’s fresh
/ And even…
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