Do you want a cup of coffee? It won’t be a minute.

Do you want a cup of coffee? It won't be a minute.
Where do you think you are going, when it's still dark?
To dig up dust?
Stop a second, Giovanni, we must die anyhow,
and this spade, these tomatoes and zucchini,
you won't be taking them along with you.
So, what about some coffee?
But I'm asking the wind,
because Giovanni is already beyond the bend,
with his tomatoes and zucchini,
his eyes all laughing inside.

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A Series of Good Investments

He sits with his thumbs in knots
a sparrow nestled in his stomach rolls
no need now for further talk of flight
or the lack therof, no need for further, distance
or any departure time, long distance call or marker.
No need for further talk.

 
*
 

Waking early, he returns to sleep.

 
*
 

Every childhood memory now tries
to overwhelm him, laugh and carry him
into their tombs. He stands at the entrance
to each, evades their attacks
then pushes them into the silence.

 
*
 

He sits beside a river and without moving
or disrobing dives in naked. He hears
the melodies of fish, looks up
lipreads the love calls of birds he cannot name
and can no longer find a reason to.

 
*
 

A whiphand, without its whip.

 
*
 

The desperate need for things to finish
has been arrested outside the city gates.
The trial begins tomorrow and, it is said,
no result is expected.

 
*
 

Tied up against a tree, he remembers
the ropes are on the ground. He whistles
and they rise, cobras without heads
without fangs. Useless ropes dancing.

 
*
 

There was consciousness, unconsciousness, preconsciousness,
a conscious effort, an unconscious action, a preconscious knowing,
a conscious reminder, an unconscious thought, a preconcious doubt.
They walked together along the riverbank, wondering why
they'd never enjoyed each other's company before.

 
*
 

Several of us will be visiting
several others of us later.
You're welcome to come. He,
of course, will be there, his sparrow
stretched across his shoulder blades
a motorcade running down his back
and, when he looks down, something
remarkably like a city
but nothing like a building
will come into view on his chest.

 
*
 

The city lifts its ban on autumn.
Maintenance crews lean on their shovels.

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Dear Dad

Dear Dad

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Love Siggy
 
 

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thoughts that wouldn’t choose to think of themselves again

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that i didn't realise
that you didn't realise
did you realise this

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and letting go of your hand
i realised
that you had no hand

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i never realised
how difficult it would be
to register sleep as a colour

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what you have to realise is
that when i said i was lying
i imagined avoiding the only vowel in truth

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it won't take us long to realise
that where we are standing
is on one rib in a very big hole

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there is resigned delight
when you finally realise
just how good at reverse parking death is

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in all the years i've been coming here
no one has actually realised
that i've been coming here

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it's about time we realised
that the poles of this earth
are stuck to either end of a giant paperclip

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without realising it
you've been tricked into realising this all along
and i've only just realised what this is

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