what silence
under it
little things
which falter
basal rumbles
over head
[
]
speed beat
OK then
come in
enter now
this noise[1]
time to
go time
to stay
bubbling up
around this
empty crunches
crisp stains
so complicated[2]
when the
anger yes
how can
this end
oh Aziz
no fault
our duty
not
to
be empty[3]
something easier
and joy
Happy Hallowe’en![4]
what colour
is grass
it grows
just that[5]
who will
pay them
not you
not you
not you
let me
not I
familiar &
who to[6]
how can
this all
bubble up
a gain
and up
soft words
gentle knocks
little pleasures
unpaid for
for what
and who[7]
without lies
just bask
tank ward
huhhnn huhhnn!
hullo – in?
children arrive
hard knocks
mmm – mouth
floods w/
taste - good[8]
OK then
grace to
be born
like children
and live
and live
come calling
as variously
as possible
should anyone
then receive
just deserts[9]
your family
your fantasy
your feast
it’s quite
nooooh – it’s
talking in
the corner
and laughing
all together
[10]
para 5 + footnote 5: Andrew Crozier, Walking on Grass (Ferry Press, 1969
ReplyDeletepara 9: Frank O'Hara, "In Memory of My Feelings", Collected Poems (ed. Donald Allen) (Alfred A Knopf, 1982)