THE TRUTH ABOUT
HOW GRAVITY
REALLY WORKS…
(or ‘does it feel good
when I do this to you…?’)
…with acknowledgement to ‘Touch’
so we sit here, watching incense smoke-rings,
hearing dark insects scratch behind the walls,
& as you think, a drift of truth seeps in
something that seems to feed you
‘there is no gravity, worlds inhale,
that’s all they do...’
‘so what happens when they exhale…?’
we begin trading lines,
gravity is the geometry of ghosts,
the moon and the dogs, the hills
and the last train for home,
gravity is days of dissolution
in the black mind of the sun,
gravity is sparks of being
only borrowed, that keep on betraying,
a blind vulture sinking its head
into the stinking guts of light,
air-raid sirens and a male-voice choir
of 1,000 soldiers and a woman bawling
through an electronic loudhailer, it is
raw wounds, bouquets of teeth, &
people who dematerialise as night falls…
so you wander off to the bathroom
while I wonder where exactly you’ve been,
soon you’re insisting ‘no, you’re wrong,
gravity is what inhales me to you,
while you only exhale…’
when you fix into my eyes
I see futures, moss growing from my arms,
my legs as witch-hazels rooting me underground
my blood has become razors, the woman I love
is fast asleep in our bed, all four of us must have died,
now you’re saying I must stay, but I think no,
it’s time I better… goooooo…
Published in:
‘KRAX no.45’ (UK – November 2008)
And in my book
‘The Poet’s Deliberation On The State Of The Nation’
(Penniless Press)…
http://www.pennilesspress.co.uk/books/poetdeliberation.htm
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