During Vision
The yellow taxi passes
slowly. Its glowing bulk
suggests an imaginary connection between
the burning head of
the passenger’s cigarette and that array of enormous
ships. So many still, large vessels
sleepily secured to the harbour by
muscular, myriad shadows. These
dense layers of darkness
cannot halt the stream of
bright circular lights suspended along the
thoroughfare. They can be glimpsed, fleetingly,
through the taxi window. This observation
occurs in spite of the fact that the
quiet, frozen heaviness of the ships, is
so unlike the threadbare fragility of
the nearly floating
vehicle.
The taxi increases its speed and
he looks through the window for a
second time.
Empty Bag
Light
morning wind with sweeping musical lilt lifts a
discarded bag from
the wet gutter to the narrow ledge of stone church
windows
coldly alike
symmetrically arranged
cylindrical shape
Gothic complication
strictly chiselled
limestone clerestory
where the
floating
thing lands
and there’s an oily black biretta-shaped
stain on its
puffy paper face.
Encore
The bottom of the
sea is
a costume
party where
the guests
hidden from
human light under ocean
spotlights dance
a performance of
colours constantly
exchanged until
the reds of crabs
become the blues
of coral all
movements phantom
on this
baroque
wet
stage.
The Poacher
Swooping certainty
piercing wings
command of flight
precision of
landing capture of limp carcass blanched
overtaken underbelly the
crab a prisoner of
the hunting beak
this conquering gull is cheated a
squawking baleful bitter and protracted when
another bird intercepts the
catch.
In secrecy it was watching.
Such an animated stride
as if to say
This is mine now!
The swagger of the beak as
it proudly trots away.
The authority! The aggression!
After wolfing down the last of the meat the snatcher darts its head,
glancing
everywhere.
Fear’s Playground
Creaking
musty
wood cart
loud rolling
crack!
black doors bang after
red power lever pulled
as the journey
begins the zigzag
angles
sharp stops and
turns each
vision fixed an illuminated
tableaux
gorilla spiders dissection
table electric
chair scorpions guillotine
screams from the
two
little girls missing
most of it
eyes half-open
finally safety of
daylight when
the cart smacks against
the exit
bored operator
lifting a sandwich
to his lips
yanks the switch
again for the
next descent
into fear’s playground.
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