Two poems from My Lightweight Intentions
The ing thing
Transgressing
a brilliant surface,
little slanted forays
lead to bonding
over
trivia-quiz nights
way off
in the lucre wilderness -
an exponential increase
in indistinct bundles
huddling in
to buildings,
adapting to circumstance
quoting
"The Portable Financier"
the minister for something or other
berates
co-operation -
the nation's mind's
a blank
scrolling through
your best concerns,
having an admiration
for institution, for
committee, for quislings,
you must address
the technicians -
touch a balloon
to talk to one
of our people.
touch a question
to hear a reply.
next, you're
outperforming
those spacy
year planners !
lead us to your
Writers' Centres !
dot dot dot
dismantling
web sites
brings you sorrow,
eating
disorders,
attention deficit syndromes,
virii
this is the same
project isn't it ?
you just get
older on the job.
staying
out late you're
a public nuisance,
then staying awake
for the infomercials -
morning's nothing
floats along
like an unrecovered
flight recorder
tilting
into
image suck-out.
talk is cheap
but
money talks
"Today,"
declares
the art critic
"money doesn't
only talk,
it may criticise
& curate."
an especially
schizoid blah
de blah -
&
I feel guilty
all the time !
serving up
delicious gizzards
with two-tone pilled
desserts
"whose hair
is in the jam ?"
say something, supermodel !
"an echo in the handset
every time I pick it up
no dial tone here
something wrong"
"Hi Anon !"
this
shambling
contingency,
(writing a poem) -
work's
for me, a sanctuary
from building sites
from something else
from evil duco-scratching
truants
if-not-already, soon-to-be
excluded
from its realm -
work's
so, now
who's driving ?
reversing freighters'
soothing sound
just a brick away
stuffed into
the narrowest lane
whole days
drifting away
this way
taking so long
to write the book -
only to be
remaindered.
A sense of
tip tip tip tip tip
little cylinders
of carbon
falling in the rangehood,
shadowy
like a Maya Deren movie,
or Moholy-Nagy maybe.
scene set -
so somebody says to
get out the noisy
Helsinki plates -
start the proceedings -
I do
token ceremony
only -
going word
by word -
'null'
for instance.
the brainwave had,
make the statement -
"disappointed by
my century's
pragmatics,
I declare
the age of riesling."
perhaps, beyond
the arty palaver -
this
could be seen
as peculiar antics
or a phrase -
'as something
as a bug'
for example.
perhaps revealing
too much temperament,
just too much
but
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