Friday, 22 May 2009

a sort of answer to neil addison based on an answer to me.


before the band comes in/ [poem long forgotten]/ the sequential oscillation of a spoon in a cup/ staring at the poem by NA, and now, instead of shifting, or coercing, or twisting, try linedancing your way towards a response/ leave all past behind

great stones cracking in blurred memories

leave all memory, prepare for that which is coming

what is coming?

leave all fear of what is coming/ the past is coming

memory too

isolate the cradle/ the helpless man, from an album of ghosts, is coming/ nothing survives on intention alone/ tear a horn off some gazelle, and show him a unicorn

memory too

travelled so far, no postcards to mum

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