Saturday, 17 July 2021

shards & the ampersand

         shards & the ampersand 


smashing my warm poem with an ampersand 

sending shards flying all over the place

thoughts once hard-ordered now disorder 

& after all the time it took in no time broken

upping the entropy of the whole bloody genre

                                      like

an iridescence of butterfly wings settling glitch 

on an oriental tray of doubtful provenance

or rattling across a frozen lake to thaw one day

& mix the metaphors on an evolutionary shore

waned in mores & more besides what was

never intended to recombine in nude profundity

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you cannot mean what was meant by all that is

settled here and anthologised in aspic-stained tomes

ringing in the changes ringed in pencil edited

ad infinitum they say over and over edit the shards

slew them here & let me (they say) sort it for you

i know the meaning (they say) sort of (they say)

sort of a cut finger on a bloody shard the genre

exsanguinates into a glass of chardonnay

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