Saturday, 6 June 2020

Shaving ghosts


An original 
Letter 
Heiroglyphic impression
Thought 
Word 
Concept 
Unique 
Observation/conclusion 
Is out of reach 
Unlikely occurrence 
Impossible beyond 
Comprehension 
For me at least 
Like an oyster 
Making toast
Or a barber 
Shaving ghosts 
I couldn’t do it 
Thank god for doctors 
And tattooists 
We will allus flock to 
Zey ve know can do it

There’s an echo 
of reflection 
Though
The well 
Is very deep into the which 
Seamus Heaney peeps 
And the puddle 
at the bottom 
Ripple shallows
But she leaks 
a lot alike a triumph rat 
The rat pit pat 
Scurries black 
Oil leak sumptuous 
Walking on reflection
The peeping poet
The sun black sky 
The hollow course 
Of blind survival in
The wince of an eye

There’s a consolation 
These articles obliviate
The process of subliminal 
Icarusian freedom
Wax my Hitchcock 
Blood is ink 
Behold I fly to yonder point
Help me Titinius! 
I sink 
I sink 
I sink. 

06/06/20
















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