Cosmic Attitude
by Iain Britton
not easy
staring into the deep end of a stormwater drain
staring at fallen planets
something informative crosses over
i respect the braids of silence
that invisibly wrap this solitary flesh
in orbital grease
my afternoon is spent in an orchard
amongst oranges
a cat killing finches
a woman
fighting with her washing
& a wind putting the boot in
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night’s tug isn’t far off
a lover’s spoon concerto
attracts a crowd of lampposts
i’m remembering two dreams i had a sequential blast
of how not to analyse too much
of how rapidly the sun & moon can shoot down your hopes
with silver-plated neurons
can turn your body into a vascular labyrinth
of split visions
Published on April 24, 2019