FLOORBOARDS

these have a resolution in them like a ghost in the machine – they are almost incidental to the words

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        the walking stick
                leant
        against the phonogram
        with the scratched record
        in the middle of
        the bare room

                morning light

        the stick
                stretched
        its limb

 

 

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                the old chair rocked
                on the floorboards
                the petals in her lapel
                shuffled and humphfed
                the cucumbers in the patch
                              by the wall
        as she winced through
                              the window

 

 

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        a spark
        from the empty light socket
        jumped down to the floor
        and flashed inside the stem
        of a wineglass
        in the sun

        on its side –

                orgasm –

        a small pile of sand
        filters through the floorboards

 

 

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        glass filled with redwine
        in the centre of the bare room
        in its red light
        a dancing puppet
        his feet nailed to the floorboards

 

 

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        the dining room
        clear of furniture
        the squat midget
        in blue dinner jacket
        performed a stiff
                arabesque
        under the window-spotlight

        cheeky satisfaction
        running down his face
        he tip-toed over to his
                top hat
        tapped it twice
        and disappeared

        a mouse in the corner
                ate his shoes

 

 

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        the red and white bollard
        stood in the corner

        the owl stood on the
        single shelf on the wall

        they stared at each other all night

 

 

 

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