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Sunday, 28 September 2014

the machine

this machine 
doesn't do
what I think it does

I guessed incorrectly
at the design
and can't make sense of the flaws
although I know that they are there 

the manufacturer was not to blame
nor the original owner
it was hired out: the machine,
to inexpert hands

they wished nothing more
than to examine the workings
and delicate parts 
for reasons I still can't tell. 

it strikes us now
that though irretrievably flawed 
the idea of the machine itself 
is the most beautiful thing 

that ever was. 

Friday, 5 September 2014


there is a buoy:
even in tides,
evocative of apocalypse.
it never sinks

life is too tempting,
too basically interesting (sometimes)
which makes it 
utterly impossible

for me to submit 

Thursday, 4 September 2014


dignity implodes
bare humiliation blooms
and then I remember in my daze:
"It's not about you"

forgiveness swoops in
gallantly sweeping horrors aside
leaving only 
the well marked broken eggshells
you carelessly trod on.
those and spilt milk

I still cry over it, though:
the milk.
and then I pick up the eggshells.

I glue them together 
for witches to make boats of
in which they will endeavour 
to sink my ship some other day.