Trevor Joyce: From a work in progress
this statue
commemorating
an historic
electrical storm
represented
carved in salt
on a plinth
of winds

itself now
stands
in terror
of rain

and you laugh
heartily
at its predicament

what way is that
to behave?
 

*

calamity
calls out
fidelity

mark that
with choice
medallions

trailing
rainbows
of silk

have winged
victories
enact world
conquest
cast in dull
alloys

these be
affixed
above
the heart

pin can't
hold it?
try a nail
 

*

cut a god
the wound
destroys
the knife

slaves
are easier

simmered
honey and red
flower of copper

smeared
generously
the green
wound

discharge
watery
and thin

she died
in the night

she was
a barbarian
 

*
 

light
astral
obdurate
implacable

light
the strongest
biggest
thing

crouch
down here
beside me
light my pet
my little dog
my doll

and i will
caress
untangle your
wild hair
and you will
be my
friend
 

*

narratives
neither
begin
nor end
with combat

innocence
begins
because
that's what's
been lost

closures
are private
solitary

mood
complex
with guilt
and duty

then
that's
fresh
meat
for dinner
said
the pig
to the
knife
 

*
 

she pours
milk
from jug
to dish

explain
to me
the odd
tenderness
of the gesture

a closed
liquid
transmitted
between
hollows

what colour
is the interior
of milk?

i shadow
your dust
hating
the light
 

*
 

with heaven
we begin

round is
the sovereign
father
jade
metal
coldness
ice

is pure
red
is a fine
horse
is an old
horse
an emaciated
horse
a piebald
horse

and is
fruit
of the
tree
 

*
 

one
smiles
briefly

peels
the smile
tosses it
to another
who must
catch
wear it
then peel
and throw

who smiles
mistakenly
is dead

last
alive
wins

the dead
titter
making
it harder
to stay
alive
 
 

*
 

as if
there were
morning
and yesterday

as if
sun
wasn't
moon
wasn't
stars

in the
faint
light
of remote
galaxies
you spin
and fall

faster
i
traverse
you
vengeful

dusty
zero
too
ineffectual
to fix
 

*
 

this person
is alive
is afraid
this stranger
to me
is hurt
is not old
is prone
is not dead
this miscreant
etceteran
may be wronged
may speak
retaliate
is strong
is cruel
is dead
this
 

*

o tiny
universe

alongside
the many other
possible
universes
some of which
could easily
be ten
or a thousand
times more
vast

you are
small
pretentious
and a little
pathetic

i will
keep you
for later
 
 

*
 

i have
licked
mica
out of
granite
glint
from silver

thirst
persists

my own
blood
too salt

never
could
alleviate

i lie now
where the
great river
suffers
crushed by
dispassionate
turbines

suck
its juices
dry
 

*
 

after the fun
night closes
down the empty
rooms

she has a figure
this one
and what hair

but see
the posture
is unnatural

if it gazes long
unblinking
at the dark
then it's not real
 
 

*
 

how one
carries
oneself
matters

some can
quiesce
the most
awkward
situations

the face only very
occasionally
moist
distorted
or the throat
agape

entry
and exit
smooth
as if supported
by a race
of steel
spheres
 
 

*
 

nothing
accomplished
but return

yet for this
he is celebrated

for this
beasts
are roasted
provisions
squandered
inheritance
dispersed

the other
must not be
forgotten

he is unloved
neglected
and he is capable
of great hurt
 

*
 

evidently
you are confused
though one
cannot easily say
who with

even striking
beauty must go
camouflaged
some time

give me a clue -
pierrot?
the president?
spy? terrorist?
the laughing
cavalier?

the whole thing
is intriguing!
 
 

*
 

several channels
tonight aired
footage
of deserted
streets and
shuttered malls

rectangles
of freshly
turned earth
are visible

it could not
immediately
be confirmed
whether
an atrocity
had in fact
occurred

an unidentified
vehicle is
approaching
 
 

*
 
 

truth is i'm going
through a bad patch

this weather
isn't helping

grey days till we
had quite forgot
the sun

and always those same
pampered swine
come here to eat

i greet
and am
polite
 
 

*
 

it is not
unknown
for the eyes
to continue
blinking
intermittently

one equals
yes twice no
tears don't
count

then can
the mouth
still crave
still offer
pleasure?
nose
experience
disgust?

what pains
the phantom
heart?
 
 


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