Now there's an 'I' I can dig, owing much to O'Hara's, I think, but very
much your own, there, at the moment of, Andrew.
And the run on sense of sensing it all works here....
Doug
On 5-Jun-07, at 7:57 PM, andrew burke wrote:
> There is a man who sits at the edge of the polluted pool
> every morning when I put the kettle on and again in
> the evening as I wash-up dishes and make a cup of tea.
> All this evening there has been the droning sound of
> a marital argument in Mandarin upstairs in
> the Party Secretary's unit, and now the slamming of
> this building's front door with its tricky locks. A moth
> flies at the light as I enter the kitchen to make a late night
> cup of tea. I'll use the earlier bag again. I talk
> calmly to the moth but it has flown up into
> the extractor fan's hood. No need for heroics, I say.
> That's when the front door really slammed,
> even though I put it in earlier in this poem, eager
> to get the job underway, to find the next poem. And
> form? I often hope to burst into flame, to
> whistle forth a libretto or a fresh example of
> exotica, as I sit here in tee-shirt and jeans, late night,
> typing on a laptop, my back to the window where,
> just perhaps - and I will turn around in just a moment
> when I've finished typing this - where, perhaps,
> the next poem sticks its tongue out at me and jeers
> in any one of the world's many tongues,
> _Catch me if you can, catch me if you can._
> There is a man who sits at the edge of the polluted pool
> every morning and again in the evening. For all I know
> he may be there right now, fishing in the dark, 11.38pm.
>
>
>
> All criticisms welcome.
>
>
> Andrew
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