Mobiloil Arctic
There’s a joy in the substance of paint
but eventually our collection takes over
the available space. “How difficult it is
to live here and watch this terrible scene,”
he said. In summer they are intricately
patterned while in winter they are dark
brown and can be hard to see. “If the limits
of growth are in sight, watch out,” he said.
Could it be that there are really alien hybrids
living among us? Here come the bully boys
again. As our planet warms up the weather is
becoming more extreme. Strangers appear
everywhere but our energy supplies rely on
a spider web of undersea pipelines. Every
moment of our lives we are making decisions
yet we continue to feel a deep sense of insecurity.
Facing the Demons
We are buying things that connect us
to our past but the barbershop sign is
not for sale. Which way to the basement?
“That’s why they are called turnstones,”
she said. We are at the end of our resources
and we are about to be confronted with a
hard winter. Are you a true enthusiast?
“He has a good oil can collection,” she said.
Suicide or prison, these seem to be our
options, yet those suspicions are being
allowed to spiral out of control. “These birds
are found on stony or rocky coasts, unlike
other waders,” she said. In most places
the systems are improving but we need to
make every mark count and these are
categorical types of information.
Slow to Clear
“Once upon a time I was obsessed
with anatomy books,” he said. This
painting business, it’s like wrestling
with mud. How good it would be to
just take off and spend winter in the
sun. New evidence reveals a more
complex history yet you need to be
able to walk away at a moment’s
notice without looking back. “I’m a
virtual traveller,” she said, “I haven’t
been anywhere real for many years.”
For our purpose, particularly interesting
material is required. Yet the truth is
more routine and our work has just
begun. Music hall or vaudeville? “I spend
my life decoding works of art,” she said.
Smoothing the Transitions
Are you abandoning us tonight?
“Your apron is a work of art,” he said.
Only so many digs were allowed in
the valley of the kings. “Moss eats
pollution,” she said. We need houses
but we need them in the right place
and these side windows are gorgeous.
“People in dreams are always secure
until the dreamer wakes,” he said.
The telephone wires, the sea, the sky,
the mountain in Santorini. Are we all
disagreeably attracted to power?
If we stick around for long enough
things may all come right. Meanwhile,
deserts and mountains, these are
the places where we need to go.
Drawing us in
What about the evolution of the tongue?
Sometimes we just have to go that extra
mile and getting the right assistance can
make all the difference. “We’re going to
redraw the maps,” he said. You should
never rely on a single source for your
information but the calculations appear
to be correct. “It’s a police action, not
a war,” he said. Our reed bunting is dark
and streaked and often found in thickets
and hidden places. We remain unconstrained
though one person’s personality may be
akin to another’s personality disorder.
All these labels, what were we thinking of?
If nothing is happening you can make it up.
“I had an audition, I’m a musician,” she said.
Steve Spence - Is based in Plymouth where he co-coordinates The Language Club, an organisation which has featured live poetry events in the city for many years.H e writes reviews and have had poetry and critical work published in the following magazines and journals: Stride, The Rialto, Shearsman, Tears in the Fence, I.T., Shadowtrain, Molly Bloom, The New European and Stand, among others. His first collection A Curious Shipwreck, published by Shearsman in 2010 was shortlisted for the Forward Prize best debut collection and his most recent poetry collections are Eat Here, Get Gas & Worms (Red Ceilngs Press, 2021) and How the Light Changes (Shearsman, 2021).
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