Showing posts with label poem 23. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 23. Show all posts

Strange bodies
Meet the day
With hair and 
Without 
Swollen cheek
Bulging veins
Slack gut
Pinched pelvis

      





 

Known Quantity

 


About the town, scribbled in note pads, passed around,
a friend share, frequented until the blinds become dusty,
the plastic plants sag and the news cycle wraps round again 
a small glitch where the loop forms and what was 
once recorded takes on the patina of days and days before
and what is to follow, the perennial hope that there 
will be something more to be recorded before
this space becomes fabric and the locals glower,
close ranks make it theirs and theirs alone.