Three Poems
Wells
i.
Dawn is not
what she was*
Wars and illness
make the most*
Each of her
books is one*
A ghost tormented
by further ghosts*
Bowls and dishes
such as us*
All that is
Fall
hard and fast
A little something. (A thinking thing.) A something
Necessary. Odd: the obligatory pigeon with deformed
Claw. Author berating actor. Other pigeonsNabbing crumbs, heads down-and-up, down-and-up like jack-
Hammers. All things music. Everyone smoking roll-ups, roll-
Ups. Aesthetics ‘eats’ ethics. Something to spend the nextTen minutes on. If you can’t grow fingers grow
Careful. Grow plainer. The Aztecs as equivalent
To snow. We’re carbon: make pencils of us all: write outOur lives. The Alfred Wallis kite, placed in orbit, an eternal
Fact. Leaf-shadow swim-jumps the street, a leaping
Lizard. New game. Passengers are a nuisance. EndOf line. We, the former monkey-kids, three-legged
Dogs, object. Root/routes. Inner/prop/reiterate. Moon: bright
Lemon slice (especially). A dying vitalist. (ActorsBerating authors.) That is all. Pratfall. Wind-up.
Wells
ii.
With little (or
no) attention span*
Another poor motive
seeps into view*
From one car
to the next*
From ruin to
ruin to ruin*
Coming to fatigue
by every route*
Pet to prophet
in one gear-change