crunched close by curation into sequence not choice as if that taste nostalgia on my tongue wasn’t paid by her whom i sometimes glimpse on Sunday visits behind faded eyes
my one-eyed day begins in Munich with bacon and scrambled eggs in a business class lounge because the ticket calls for it and poetry doesn’t have to be poor or accessible or full of insight the crass the mainstream the poor privileged deserve their voice too properly plural don’t they
my one-eyed day ends in Zurich with a latte in a big blue cup in a cafe called kweer because my aching vision is tired and woman-watching need not oppress or be exploitative the gaze deserves its unenlightened moment even if we dare not admit it and will hide this away from censors prone to cancel
this is the part of the walk I mark
when the sky grumpy all afternoon
could just as easily clear
that instant when
it could still be fine or storm
familiar as your up or down
daily attending that turn
from balmy to squall
that instant when
it growls and downs its load upon
the families scurrying for shelter
that instant when
i go the other way
rush into the rain
as I have always
fallen into your pain
grandpa and ma will bring them to the Jewel this weekend
at the entrance they will display 4 tickets to the nets booked hastily for some time when promises were forever because parents are free and children good at bouncing back
losing your partner after 60 years
loving your partner for only 30
but so finely you can no longer
tell which days were which
and must mourn as if
for every one
A's eyes seemed filled with tears
that do not fall
at Dutchbat he escaped the chaffing
by bare weeks
13 is an unlucky number here too
when the March for Peace is mentioned
they light up for a moment
the other time this happens
I think I had asked a stupid question
and then they twinkled
part pity part indulgence
i’m sure it’s not because he’d seen
anything new under the sun
@the battery factory, srebrenica-potocari memorial centre
antipodal 2011 