Saturday 13 May 2017

Taking Night and Day on Rent

Behind landlady’s eyes
a sceptic squirrel sits
with folded arms

If you scratch this face
the squirrel disappears
into the dark woods

Right now the silence
of our ears
is a cricket’s song

A plane crashes
in the ink sea
when I dip my tongue
to write

The squirrel sits
straight with a
jerk and strokes
his anxiety:

If I see
a map
upside down
we will all fall

But the clouds
have slippery eyes
beating hard
our swollen umbrellas

If we fall
into the sky
we could return
these eyeballs

The sceptic squirrel knits
trouble for solutions
Next morning I
see a hole in the wall

As tall as our building the landlady
tells from her stage:

My mongoose takes
an evening walk
from your house
to the neighbour’s
He did not
want to disturb
your door