bower
bird's
here,
poem
good
poem
sit
up for me
beg
drink
the wind
heal
sunlight
be
a shark
rotate
teeth
a
good poem is allergic to must
doesn't
even like being told it's
a
good poem
smokes
at the back of the bus
all
around it there's throwing things
tickle
up your skirt, a grope
knee
to groin and scream
drugs
– so many and various
this
is the poem's ticklish adventure
makes
the bells bluer
and
then you forget
the
future was always in us
dozy
lollop of a dog goes by
good
poem keeps its nerve
observes
through
footsteps coming from a bottle
it's
take the roof off morning
so
into the garden and sing
to
hungry letterbox
in
which the good poem has returned
from
sojurn among philistines
welcome
to my bower, Blue
there
are some poems day heals over
the
good
poem will be a scar
time
won't
ever
heal
Beautifully disruptive, even if it doesn't like being told so...:)
ReplyDeletenot really sure if this is for ataraxia ... but there ought to be some kind of disruption there
ReplyDeleteI love the conclusion, the tone, the pace, the poem as it unfolds and flows, but yes, as you mention Kit, I don't see the link with ataraxia... only the word bowel would suggest an invitation to inaction...
ReplyDeletebower!
ReplyDeleteactually it was more about the idea of the letterbox being something at the end of the garden ... at the border between the garden and the world
ReplyDeleteArs poetica. You could probably start any book with it. Maybe just one “good poem” too many?
ReplyDeletestart or finish?
ReplyDeleteMaybe just the one after "to hungry letterbox”? Maybe just relate “the good poem” with “it”? I know that the repetition of good poem is the thrust of the piece, but the last use is so dramatic, I feel it needs more of a pause before it hits us again after the power of “keeps its nerve”.
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