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
The evil eye
Catapulting over
The moon’s rock-of-ages.
... ‘Nettle soup
A despot’s whim –.’
Stark truism is
The stench that
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
And spade
... And don’t spare
The door
That’s ajar
At the furnace.

Helpless I do not know if good intentions prevail among the elected, among the appointed, leaving me apprehensive that the fate ...