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or spent minutes for nothing
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Lazarus Love
Handlebars are monkey bars
When nails are bitten and sighs heaved fit for
Romantics and drunks and travellers and liars.
The road wants soles not souls, not tears but tyres.
So hang off your handlebars and keep starting fires
And strip the plastic off milk vans and buses
Like industrial dancers, vehicles shedding skeins of bruising.
Tarmac is wine dark but it is not the sea, it is so much the shore,
The Rubicon cannot bisect it, but a cheekbone can.
And there’s the rub, the friction, the smashing plate tectonics:
A clavicle and a hip are junctions of destruction.
Amateur, amateur, amateur cartography combustion
We sit with our steering wheels, lives full of punctures.
Ballard says we can marry technology,
But I just want a home that’s homely.
Frankenstein has raised tradition from the dead
A Lazarus love, plus bandages, plus baggage
Plus barely know each other.
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No cars, please, just soles.
ReplyDeleteI remember you telling me that you really liked that line in one of your older poems.
Now it has returned.
It's funny how some thoughts just stay with you forever, like how you can remember dreams from when you were but a boy, yet you can't remember most of what you dreamed last night.
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