
bring:
…a fish, fresh caught
bleeding on the steel
put your ear close and listen
…a tree (a willow or pine)
planed to a toothpick
poem of the heartwood
…a car at night
engine red-lining
lights off, I’ll cover my eyes
…a war
Spring morning, azure bay
the phone slews as the blast—
…a song
the strings appassionato
incendiary in the concert hall
…a storm
bloom of vapour, bloom of leaves
washing mountains, washing air
…a flood
knee-deep already
Nikes and cabin bags floating by
…nouns
200k? half a million? phenomenal
electric in helvetica black
…tears
luminous in a cobalt vial
sealed in beeswax and twine
…nothing
the Buddha opens his mouth
and
Image: A very large boulder, Flinders Island off the north coast of Tasmania. An odd piece of surreal images and haiku-esque phrasing – (I’ve been reading Issa lately). I hope you like.
And for your listening pleasure here’s jazz trio The Necks from 1989 with 56 minutes of Sex..
A lovely day, from the boulder to the hour of make-up sex at the end. They all seem to fit together very well.
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Very interesting takes on Issas style the music works well with the progression of the poetry
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