The uptake on familial grounds is never
shaky as it seems, that geno-argument,
future-speak, anachro-indifference
to detail. Core biology essentialises
crankshaft and pistons,
busy cylinders, those bright sparks
greasy in the pit. And I have been there
languorous and cow-eyed, a dove
where hawks might fall, thermostat
stuck shut so the flow drops to zero.
I know the fountains of Rome,
water closets and the pont neuf ??
such is my body, vine-like, genealogical,
melancholic in the British Library: guest-host.
shaky as it seems, that geno-argument,
future-speak, anachro-indifference
to detail. Core biology essentialises
crankshaft and pistons,
busy cylinders, those bright sparks
greasy in the pit. And I have been there
languorous and cow-eyed, a dove
where hawks might fall, thermostat
stuck shut so the flow drops to zero.
I know the fountains of Rome,
water closets and the pont neuf ??
such is my body, vine-like, genealogical,
melancholic in the British Library: guest-host.
Ern is of the park, and occasionally further afield. He channels, divines, and is pretty much an open book. He is losing his ambitions.
REVEALED!
As reported on Cordite News Explosion: “We were incredibly surprised and saddened to learn that Ern Malley Jr, who sent us five poems including the bizarrely-titled Gnostic Iron Bird Jism, is in fact John Kinsella.”
