Heat
is a creature let it fall on me
I can hear these fat cicada who are out rioting with pleasure
under
the small trees at Angourie long
time back I ran to find the shade
to watch the others prove the manhood jump-diving off the rock into the dark-full quarry scoop
behind the sea
I can not forgive the green spring rain that
fell sent me shrieking to the
sunlight
one young womanly
revelation of just where cicada pee.
do they?
ReplyDeleteI suppose they must
never thought of the little buggers that way
They do indeed. That light moisture you get under trees in summer, that is the wee of the cicada. They do it especially at high noon, when they sing the most loudly. You need a lot of them in a tree to feel it. It is actually pale green if you collect it. But if you collect it, life has gone too far.
Deletethat is another poem!
ReplyDeleteand one worth writing I think
a list of demonstrations that one has gone too far
I love the idea of heat being a creature which contrasts and plays with the notion of “heat creatures”. The misadventure in itself is funny. I love the irony showing manly behaviors opposed to womanly experiences. Nevertheless I feel as if the poem wasn’t exactly finished, something that perhaps has to do with the order of “sentences” or with the condensed narrative .. … I would like to have more to read actually!
ReplyDeleteYes, this is true. I am gingerly stepping on this ground I think.
Deleteplenty of hot creatures in Kerri's part of the world right now!
ReplyDeleteMelting creatures Kit. We have finally cooled today.
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