ekleksographia

Variations on emptiness
clutter my mind,
a clot of thought,
of bubble wrap,
frogspawn.

It seems the story of the man
whose jaw like a sphincter closed around a pool ball
is a lie but I want to believe it,
plenitude, true.

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Invisible hand job

If love of money is the root of all evil,
could spending it be a source of good?
This ten year potlatch not a crazy waste
but a vast, half-conscious benevolence;
to spend and never count the cost, buy
and ask for no reward, money flowing
through us like spunk through swingers.
You think you are fine with your ethics,
your thrift and sustainable investments?
I tell you the merest of clubbers is finer;
knickers in handbag, head splitting, spent.

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Hour glass

It was day all summer
and winter the dawn came at noon;
to have had it all and loved it,
the light reduced
like sand
to a point
and not to have reckoned it much.