Kerri Shying R - # 10 Hush, fetch in a magician

Hush, fetch in a magician

sympathetic magic   has a bad rap   under velvet starry skirts

of Stevie Nicks   girls  with the full hair  and the sullen eyes

it’s the sign  you went cuckoo   the stamped  imprimatur

unreason     sending social scienticians  into cackleberry

squawking  

conjure up the centre   for a moment in the high air of the

seashore   let the birds  hold down the corners of your

frail  limit   in the combination    those warm-hearted beaks

do not look them in the eye  adding insult to the injury of

the disturbance      hold the minute   for complete

 evaporation

an agreement never made a bone heal any faster than dissent

did  knowledge hidden inside small ladies sitting rocking by a fire

still add up the same       nothing grew     on the dockets of the

supermarket when the vouchers       all redeemed   got lost

in the graceful swirl of the hair and skin      those dreams your labouring

 damn mother    gave you    before  the  stone-air-bird  caw

your symphonic music     took off     into the sky      see now

 how this   the

 taking time to fetch it

  down 

a trade as moribund as cobbling   yet near to death

  has died