Wednesday, January 7, 2015

CONVEX AND THE BODY POLITIC     [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
After all the faux pas the living polaris
Goes on extrapolating
The Undergrowth
Of bare-arsed wars
Denser than a hare’s breath,
Lighter than
Captivity’s raw innocence.
 
We wait. We wait for the thaw in the heart
Of another derelict season
But the elements,
Like run-away children,
Outwit us.
How long it is since the cricket
Brought good tidings!
 
What I need now is the hint of laughter
And my mother’s face
Framed by the fireside.
She’d know
What to do about
Impoverishment:
The evil eye
 
Catapulting over
The moon’s rock-of-ages.
... ‘Nettle soup
                       Scalds
A despot’s whim –.’
Stark truism is
The stench that
Lingers:
 
Deafens...
 
 
 
GORILLAGRAM     [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
... The generic-gentry
Of the synthetic age
Write trinket
Induced recitals.
 
Why is it so?
 
When work’s to be
Done, go
               - Bring out
Holderlin’s
Reaping-hook
And spade
 
... And don’t spare
The door
That’s ajar
At the furnace.