Showing posts with label Poem 28. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem 28. Show all posts

Thursday, January 30, 2025

What is a Slow Hiss

Is it in contemplating a hollow victory
for all victory is hollow if you think you seem sane
which is why I love football because you're one
way or the other .

If shovelling disgusting little acorns of knowledge
into your cheeks is a worthy use of one's time
and knowing when to swallow them
doesn't watercolour your spirit
or keep you a drone in indecision
or turn your slow hiss into something
like the cat's claw in the air mattress
then maybe you're as pure
as an athlete when
Saturday comes.


Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Troisvierges

We agreed to meet in Troisvierges 

Since it was roughly in the middle

The wind was a motherfucker 

It only rained when we went outside 

The Auberge wasn't serving Indian after all

Back on the bus we tried to imagine

Where the other animals had gone

What else could go wrong

And who we might nominate

To be the two other virgins --

Yet another hopeless cause

It was a question of age

As is always the case

The answers lay with Agnes Varda

As is always the case