To a Dead Poet

1 June 2014

Charles Buckmaster 1951-1972


a variation of waiting nothing
coming

and the day
it is darker now

Woodstock. Gruyere. (Willochra)
abolished bastards of the trap
a presence appears like a snare
apparitions are hallucinogenic pulses

ABSTRACTIONS RISE

the seed of god planted in the earth
but a disturbance….

the true nature of this fear?
brooding in its decayed
momentary time:
an isolation (not limited to poets).

of the WOMB destructive births
have entered.

WHITE WHALE COMING

great voiceless creature
we fled the city, belly
of the white whale filled
crushed grasses, grey buildings

state-wide MELBOURNE–
I visited your house
… the school in Lilydale

couldnt find the broken poet
his aging disciple had stopped writing/
died alone-

… it is through leaving that our lives
begin to take form and enter full flight

writing poems across our skulls we
drink death, a kind of sweet wine.

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