Wednesday, 9 February 2011

THANKS FOR PHONING BACK

After a cold and damp night the
plastic guttering welcomes the sun:
TWAP TWAP TWAP TWAP TWAP
in E X P A N S I O N

my dog’s feet
‘tsk’
their disapproval

i ask ‘soon?’
he replies ‘yes’
i wait
and wait
and wait
i get tired of
waiting
tired and angry
i look for something to do
like I can’t waste enough time
by myself.

my poster is sagging
I try to lift a corner
‘rrrrrpppp’
it doesn’t look
right
held together just with
blue tak
which is white
white tak?
s t r e t c h I n g
to compensate
for my fiendishness restlessness
IMPATIENCE
i think it is not
ENOUGH
i tear it into
pieces

i hear it now
it’s dying gasp (it was my
favourite poster-
vertigo)
dismembered and dying
in my waste
paper basket:
‘crrk crrrk ka’

Thanks for phoning back.
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1 comment:

  1. That poet can make you hear hear things! You make great noise.

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