WITH ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
TO THE
‘OBSERVER COLOUR SUPPLEMENT’
AND
TO JEFF NUTTALL
winged slit
on a breeze from Mongolia
beaked cleft
with agate eyes of
sweat-drip
and shimmering campaigns
celandine aperture
tousle-gaping with
worms of black obsidian
with tiny mouths that
gasp and heave
like air-drowned eels
the horizontal smiles
of architects dreams
befugged by dreaming similes
of yellow pollen horizons
hazed with aphrodisiac pollution,
sticky with tactile nodules
striding dramatically from oblivion
like small septuagenarian
politicians
quivering crevice athrob
with the unprecedented riot of
100,000 people angry
with the aftermath of
spontaneous eruption
O winged slit
on a breeze from Mongolia
I’ve drunk of your wine,
I’m left drunk under
your plethora of
foliage
Published in:
‘AMBIT no.81’ (UK – March 1980)
2 comments:
this is a wonderful piece, Andrew!
Wonderful, Andrew!
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