Wednesday, 22 April 2015

1 New Poem


I am vanishing, two dimensions
of fluttering, tissue-thin in breeze
drawn through these tendons, bones,
bits briny toothsome left from before,
when once I was some unshapely

Some ill-formed sculpting comic clay
of why these ripened, warming flesh
tones appear as salvation to mind,
appear as remedial course pens
in the study diet tables, box
restriction laws, jumping up and down.

But pedal further still the faster,
onward and onward, there is always
some newly outbroken curve to
tame, some newly tick-boxed
number to wrangle down.

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