The Grain of Loss

It might have been becoming memorable
Cut short by minimal or confused expectations
Resolution in shade and form
Bustling quietude, the carriage full
Why not position the dye, the eye
Striking mural reaches off into the night
Which is not mine
Steep climb to incomprehension creep
If I could ease your mind
Were it not for this contorted trouble
Let me out let me in
What comes first around here
Can I trust you to an apple strudel
Push or pull or just revolve, through glass
A window on the world
Unseen since when and how
I wish the gators numeracy, still
You might not believe this
But this one comes in packs of 11
All unused until purchase
Look you in the eye becoming blink rate medicine
The oil ran out three days ago
They’ve cut the power lines
We are not intimidated
Many strategies to any play you game n’t
I’ll save one for you before ejection jump (cut)
You’ve done better than this
I remember Rome after storm and Venice sinking
In its fleshy pounds
What world was that
In its sorry unmagnitudes
You may not have looked, these firing blanks
And orange tear gas
As they lifted one away
I do believe it’s for the best
If we could sit down chewed fat shooting breeze
The clouds as operative as ever, Paganoni
The gods conspired against irresolution
Lost at sea with a soaked through map
Wireless lost
But let us not dwell on that
The zoo chimps plotting rebellion after a cuppa
Saw you that morning distance recoiling
Get me one of these before the lights might out
They’re playing that one again
Softening bricks bring the back beat down
Somehow I knew fading out
That you were not to be trusted with the stash
Which you kept sealed and back pocket
Let me illiberate that for you
The meaning is clear
He must go go and stay and rise upon fall oh
These were just places I’d never been
Only waiting on the step baby carriage hovering
Powers speak of reinforcement cabbage and granular
The peak period for pitting shelves put
As I said to myself
Maybe I will understand this and you
In a year or two
Or it may be muddled as ever
With your regrettable provenance
For self contradiction
And not stepping up to the mark
The worst that could be said
Oh but Buddha saves I felt it clearly
As the walls shuddered in quake
I have no time for this money
Even while I go there tomorrow
Pretending to move in black jacket
Ace and the two of spades reach petrifaction
Back when it was good
Back in 1919
The twentieth muse
Declaring mind blanks
And shameless submission
He knows all this as does he
Lying mirrors deceiving all upon semblance
Given that my adversary is of the undead
One must keep the talisman handy

 

 

Clark Allison

 

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