At the end of the Performance Picnic held on wednesday evening, I read out some new pieces I have been working on since being here, a few tweaks here and there perhaps
daddy, is the stone dead or alive?
the boy warned by his mother
to
drop
the stone
in his tiny hand
wails & wails & wails
not only is it
the only one of its kind
it took
millions & millions & millions
of years
to craft
dance macabre
it must have seemed like a dance
the cat - circling the mouse in the grass
me - moving to and fro, blocking its path
one of us intent upon inflicting death,
the other on foiling this desire
i gave up eventually
the cat always knowing this
narrowing eyes
erect tail flicking
flying ant
waiting to buy an ice cream -
it was, after all the first day of summer -
she accepted the stranger’s offer to remove a flying ant
from her hair
proving to be a somewhat
delicate
operation
she remained silent
throughout
liking his fingers gently
untangling the creature
embedded in her long brown curls
while we go about our daily business here
Fish swim between the legs of swimmers
in the lake
a Cat toys darkly with a mouse
a brown Hare runs so fast it appears to move as if in slow motion
a Bee stings once, and dies
and
in the flattened grass
Snakes entwine round curled lovers
tonight i will dream
of taking a ferry
a few people sitting silent
in a city i walk in a market which is empty
at a Museum of Natural History there is a two headed calf
i buy a tube of paint
i buy chocolate
i buy some potatoes to make a soup
at a desk on an island
i write the words
tonight i will dream . . . .
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