grass burners.

feeling low, due to resident fever, so thought i put up some poetry.. ok, maybe just 2..

unus.

have been growing pretty fond of this one. think i'll expand on it...

*****

Burning Grass


You were fired,
some kid with matches, a careless smoker,
God dealing with boredom,
emptied the trees of their marrow
chased the grass at their feet
white with fear
and browned the sparrow chicks
till the sweetness of their meat
soaks the air.
Nearby, the lone vegetarian stall
wins praises
on the purity of their greens.

****

duo.

this one was in qlrs some time back. same theme.

****

We Live Here


We live here.
On the eleventh floor of the hundredth twenty-fifth block,
behind the first black door next to the second grey lift.
The one marked by the crucifix,
jesus with the dust,
the only one we salvaged from the old place
purely
as a counter against our neighbours’ talismans.
One, nailed to their door like ours and
the rest loose on their money plant,
fluttering for attention,
trying to convert the wind.
Like everyone else, we’ve never introduced ourselves,
or shook their hands, or said anything beyond
the slightest hint of a reluctant smile
but imagine that the joss they burn on the altar outside,
to their furious God, bearded and well-armed,
equally coated in dust like ours,
will one day burn us all down.

****

listeningto: nothing. giving brain a rest, fearful that my resident fever might develop into u-know-wat.
reading: simic's selected early poems. i like his style, very frank miller dark knight thingy with the marijauna feel. groovy.