The Doorman Cometh
Put it down to the
weather. I was heading
out to the garden when
some lines from John
Donne opened the door
for me. Death be not proud,
though some have called
thee mighty & dreadful.
Heavy shit for such a
mundane activity, a holy
sonnet where what I
wanted was something
more along the lines of
Whistle while you work.
Why I became a painter
Only if they
could also sing
were rhythm
guitarists part
of the bands
of the sixties.
β
A Crime of Podiatry
My big toe is
bitten off by an
angry word. It
swallows it, then
runs away. I
call the police who
take a statement &
then take me down
to the station to
look at mugshots.
The words they
show me are all
single syllabled.
I tell them that
none of those
could have done
it βto get pur-
chase on my toe
the word would
have to have had
at least two syl-
lables. The police
now realize they
might be dealing
with a master
criminal so send
me off to the major
crimes squad. They
have dictionaries
to look through.
The sight of
seen things going
past in the air. Not
even. The sound
of. Enough. Comp-
rehension is akin to
pregnancy. Not. Either.
No need to know
the exactitudes of
shape, of surface
texture. Half-guessed
sufficient. Why try &
grasp, catch hold of, be
weighed down by?
β
A game of Pelota
The whiter the light
the higher the
temperature. It was
the proper name
of the Sphinx &
could not be expiated
even though its orbit
lay within that of
the earth. Gods crouched
before it like dogs as the
war dragged on, during
which time the embryo
refused to grow. Finally
transferred to parchment
it was then cut
with a jagged edge
so that the two parts
could be matched later
for authenticity. So true
to nature as to preclude
alternative treatment.