The Mundane, Sublime and Fantastical: 165 New Poems (66-70)

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At 3.15 am the door slams

the last of the whole words are gone

an army of ants had taken their place

& are hauling out crumbs

& verbal punctuations

bits and pieces

ahs & ums

shas & sheez

jeez & jesus!

all crystalline

all salty bits of sound


the ants make quick work

by mid-morning they’re all gone


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by midday

all that’s left are images

too awkward to fit through the door & windows


like the two bald girls lipsticked and high heeled

like their mother wiping off some of the lipstick

like the one girl pouting afterwards

like the other smacking her lips, still smiling


like the mad man scouring the pews with his eyes

like the moment that he seeks you out

like the stern point he makes towards you

making all your pew-mates glance at you


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a story emerges after church

how he has a wife & daughters

how he has a twin brother

how his name is Forgod

& how his equally mad brother is Forget


& how all this

is performance & story without words


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Incandescence, I tell you

isn’t the sum of everything

it’s not even the multiplication of light

it’s nothing without the tapestry inside a black sky


Didn’t I tell you that stars would wear thin?

Stars don’t change

Stars don’t move

Stars don’t do a damn thing but stare


Incandescence is a red moon

a white moon

a low moon

a half moon

a sliver

a joke


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A gecko darts silently out of the shadows

& scurries across the whitish wall

& then stands still


A mosquito buzzes angrily

she has no access


Inside the safety of a net

I snicker

& then


what’s with the sudden itch

of a spider bite above my knee?