Friday 26 October 2007

If Music was Life (poem)

Tolling dancing words
rolling lips
breath patterning
jumping
straight and compassionate
re-experiencing and swooping.

The television bleeps and I answer,
it asks me what I want,
but you phoned me I say,
it replies the time is 6.30
and the pictures start to dissolve themselves into pips.
I hang up or switch over,
then switch off as I get an engagement tone.

Tolling dancing words
rolling lips
breath patterning
jumping
straight and compassionate
re-experiencing and swooping.

Someone appears in front of me
and asks me to turn over.
I say they've had the remote for a long time,
they tune into the other station
and then advertise themselves to me.

Nice notions passing like a return
it positively raises to great highs and follows down
enthusiastically and slowly it glides
it gives directions and talks to itself
hushing and enhancing
and building its foundations.

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