Showing posts with label repetition of 1 word each line. Show all posts
Showing posts with label repetition of 1 word each line. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 February 2014

32. What Is Familiar



OK, okay
                                   build it

        let there be a feast
                       simple    
                       without lies
                      children arrive

      yes, okay, okay, it is a voyage
                     daylight & all
                            forms of human joy
                              luscious and easy
           grass waves
             this is strangeness
                        then
             what is familiar

Friday, 31 January 2014

26. Oh, People & Places



Let’s get this poem singing more about people
Then if it’s confused – we’ll say “hunhhh” –
This isn’t the world it’s all who live in it
Only them

We can’t lie: this landscape is ugly
But also gnarly and lumpy as language
“In Your face” it says, that close to
– Enough!

Whatever wounds you, yeah, it’s here now
Relax, eat a pie, drink coffee, or
Work hard if you must at loving both language & people
Dirty & hopeful

Any more questions? Not really, no
We aren’t defining this world, rather refining
Through obscure processes of entropy & turbulence
Starting up suddenly as if from sleep
Oh, people & places they make us speak

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

9. Essential



Please hold sweetly onto consciousness
like, the “I’m” is now acceptable and nice
here, I’d dedicate this to you, Fanny

let’s crank it up in venture to high art
dress ourselves all proudly in pellicules & mantles
the colour of damson ketchup – ahh! breathe it in
in this new era such joy unexceptional

there will be balancings: this the one hear then
when the city pulls itself in & rests, oh
like someone who has eaten too much beef
you know, bad for the wits but not unpleasant

not like real diseases caught from Faber & Faber
see – let’s hew at the lot & then build
this page isn’t empty because of fever but fear
fear of what’s empty, deaf blind & aphasic

so let’s be heroes of some ridiculous sort
swinging through in our primrose clothes – oh posturing
a kind of delight to behold, sufficient
for this whole thing issuing out like pie juice
                                      haemorrhagic
                                      language leaking
                                      process unending