1) Will the weeds rise up
to glorious applause from the garden
when we are all dead?
My mother wants to know
from her comfy chair
by the window.
2)I swallowed the southern cross
It was above the City Library
3)His beard is smoother than it looks
His perfume settles on the air
He is my poem in the making
4)Your words taste like mouth music
5)Even though it’s long gone
I still see Susan in Patagonia
dancing the tango
in a small bar, loud music
macho gaucho flirting
6)I can’t reach the stars
they look so close
7)She liked the feel of soil
damp, dark in between her fingers
8)’You bletherscyte’ he called
the chattering chipmunk
smiling at his granddaughter
9)You ate a second dinner
after I cooked pancakes
I had to write a poem
10)It’s about status
lowering status to make them think
he’s so dumb
he’s the kind of dumb who loses his tools
he must be too dumb
to kill his wife and kids
let’s go chaps, nothing to see here
11)The happy boy of all time
played endlessly with sticks
from a bridge
over a river
12)The hand cream burns blisters
onto skin already raw
Blood mixes
slippery chemistry
13)Miss Lizzy Blue
has begun to talk to me
in broken english
Her barks have evolved
into metaphor
Her whimpers
an invitation for kisses
A new personality
14) She was called Cow pat
so she changed her name
She was called Little Yeti
so she changed her name
She was called Nellie
Confused as to her whereabouts
she changed it again
for definition
for identity
15)I will wish there is a way of cheating
at Mahjong at the age of 93
16)Sweet shit
that it may cover her skin
to hide all her blemishes
17)He will smash all unconvincing lies
He will remember the wars he has seen
He will play pingpong in the retired services bar
18)Todora’s Dream
Тази песен изпълва душата ми*
I weep each time I hear it
I am home with each note
(*This song fills my soul – Bulgarian)
19) I said out loud I need a new phone
It is now singing to me, unprompted
songs I have never downloaded
in an effort
to keep my attention
20) My mother’s garden
fights her for dominance
This is so well done and so powerful. I love so much of it, and the pacing is great. this section particularly stood out “Your words taste like mouth music”
thank you so much – Seamus heaney once wrote about poetry as being erotic mouth music – it’s too good a phrase to leave alone