Cosmic Attitude

by Iain Britton

not easy

staring into the deep end of a stormwater drain

staring at fallen planets

 

something informative crosses over

i respect the braids of silence
that invisibly wrap this solitary flesh
in orbital grease

 

my afternoon is spent in an orchard
             amongst oranges
             a cat        killing finches
             a woman
             fighting with her washing

& a wind putting the boot in

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night’s tug isn’t far off

a lover’s        spoon concerto
attracts a crowd of lampposts

i’m remembering two dreams i had        a sequential blast

of how not to analyse too much
of how rapidly the sun & moon can shoot down your hopes

with silver-plated neurons

can turn your body into a vascular labyrinth

of split visions

Published on April 24, 2019

2019-04-24T16:25:41+00:00