so when was it discovered

A suitable kind of adult gathered round the table

discussing the weather and drops dead

disposable vantage or where you live? 

That’s nice. We can help you with that, snapping

sound surrounds you night and day, come out

so Hannah said it must be mine. I am

me here. Keep

out. Find your own…

the irony doesn’t escape the committee who, 

on insistence stand up, sit down, light. Everything

is wood. Wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, 

wood, wood, wood wood everywhere 

if you hate wood, stay out. A great developing

body of water of evidence it is a far far

better thing that I recall you missed your last

appointment bare faced evacuation helpline is here

unanswered for where are you? Please no. 

Don’t look, mum. Just go. 

To this specific detail give your whole self, 

a house (internal room) may appear when it is exacted. 

Caraway, galloway, hideaway, listen. Everything

is coming now. Stay put. Detailed aboard

the mutiny that sets this light to sea.

A fog is closing, closing. Closing merrily, to me!

I Met Two Latter Day Saints

 

I met two latter day saints limping home

from ordinary daydreams a little kindly 

saints the whole of the world damp

with no rain the smile had one you mustn’t

be seen dead with me I agreed from each corner

these two saints, kind and inept to neither convince

but point my path towards a higher power.

I met two latter day saints in the damp without

rain and I felt some kind of love for they

that do no harm though do some harm I am

met by this road out to limp through the world

where one would say I met two saints 

and shook their hands they knew me so

that says to power that moves not here 

the two by twos, what struck me, that they seemed

to have seen my path, superfluous, no hook,

a serene sanity in them, so young and yet

look at the state it drives out I see saneness this way

quite a peculiar passive threat hatched up 

against the means to a private room, to disappear

in the long quiet night for such are kindly souls.

When they asked what brought me joy

and I looked about the road, 

no flowers, no caterpillars, a dingy warm glow

from a greased window, and that was all. 

I couldn’t say. Pop goes the world.