27
March 2012
The
Sainted Ties of Seattle
a
populated slate room of sorting out
wishes
a corner we work towards
or
the triangular shaving broken from a pencil
two
sketchbook corners given away
and
my waking at 1.25am a key for blot architecture
near
mountains closed with snow
many
splendoured arrived slowly this time
the
way concrete pours
or
a stone's marked then sliced from a hillside
could
say more but this is on
later
or even while
someone
cut one down with the alms of their handcraft
lipstick
kisses on Jimi's granite relief portrait
a
woman wandering for nothing bad
her
woven steps as invisible as ribbon water
waiting
with a throat of words
how
to sing this without percussion?
no
need to listen with that sky in any case
blue
and white nonsense with pink for blackberry
stained
feet - do shoes protect?
kitten
stories while the road keeps us running by
boisterous
daffodils and a reach of white tulips
we
rode the gravel of talk
under
a motorway where earth eyes one hubcap
button
for the scent future
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