comic book jargon

We see the body drop

            under, probably nowhere.

            Someone's cooled on distance,

                        outside, beyond perception.

Under the glow striving to be,

                        as in be,

            being, belonging, having form

                        for our vision, some conception, maybe.

            This green could be purple

                        and shadows

                                    wherever they desire to be -

                        only shade and a reflection not behind her,

in front of the mirror, looking out.

Is it a window?

Or is it a bird?

            Up there.  Right in front of you.

                        Sad face,

                                    while he said it was ‘contemplative.’

founders

clay is molded shape

… the wood

chippings scattered floor

settlements rise (then shawls,

            in the crispy dust,

                        fly (looks to moons in stuck orbit

            the cough of a wheat field

            “what are they whooping? Get the maple!”

who? cities for two

points … rock at a premium

                        battering windshields

                                    sheep bawling whose lungs beat

            the day is won

With thanks to Ashbery and board games everywhere.

bliss

If writing is an artic monkey in a hot spring

then you’ve been to Russia,

shivering like a wide-eyed clock down too many cans,

outta battery

and asleep in a lake of sweet goldfish with silver scales.

They are chased by eels

glaring with cancerous molars who twist their blankets

till the doona is a pine tree knot resembling Buddah. 

spanner

The pump and the needles are in the cupboard,

behind the flying swallow

We keep things in order here don’t ya know?

Tidiness and order being personality and everything,

Makes sense.

I aim to keep a physical appearance that is consistent

With me

To the confusion of everyone else

Who acts like they know me