Everything
swims upstream against the stickiness of vision
The street the
house in the street the room in the house
The desk in the
room the book on the desk the cut forest
The various
chemistries the words in the book the desk
On which lies a
book in the book and at which I am
Sitting
everything is a door including the thumping
Helicopter of
the grouse its wings pounding like a heart
You’ve stuck to
my vision in the kitchen like the persistent
Brightness that
remains once you close your eyes on the window’s
Gathering of
the morning you don’t hear the helicopter you
Hear an
unstartable motor one thing is always more than
One thing don’t
you find words for instance a word is
A door a sound
an etymology that is to say a continual
Transformation
in time a reach is unique but also
Reusable for
instance the word I’m thinking of bitcom
Telepathy
autoimmunity chrysalis Lily Cup landfill
Tom-tom aubade
ocean otter operand is probably being
Used in someone
else’s sentence right now is a series
Of syllables or
a single letter letter not yet mailed you
Put it in one
fire and it burns green in another blue in
Another orange
in another it’s knowledge that burns
To cinders when
known and so forth in a secret
Solution and
its invisibility rises to the surface and
Floats away
though it’s addressed to you and you
Have to drink
the solution that might be
Purple or teal
or tea-coloured and has
A pleasantly
sweet smoky finish
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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