My walls are concrete and grey I read to them so they can sleep I do not buy any of it Once I went to sea in a life-size wooden boat the waves went this way / and that I write to them they send their regards My cupboards are white and meshed like teeth they think they are clever I agree with them I love my knife I sing about it tell Rob Friend woman she chanted at their crushing heads and heaved The cat was looking at me funny she made me do it Godammit We throw O Rings and the gulls scamper we are lineal pairs & Somewhere years ago there was a disaster There is no work for these uncles instead they are crossing rivers together She is so sensitive She collects handbags in a cold hall she meets others who are like her eventually their wombs will resonate Jimmy is seven years old he eats jelly and once stole a whole pyramid what - Aztec or Egyptian? - he didn't say I like fish he said but Auckland is flat now I wanted to tell him about the chalk hill roads I stand on them chaining moments together There were no trees there was a train from which fast sounds fields to the capes & sea streams converging on a slight fall Tilting light she follows the day around the house lately she has reached a point she will stay yes she will plant things & watch the sun move across the harbour We go nana at the cat we drink at her when she's not looking but somehow she gets word We'll let you know, Thankyou. Copyright and blah blah Edmund King 2000 |