The beautiful white sails wander into
The beautiful white sails wander into
the whirlpool of the kitchen sink,
clotted cheese, carrot bits, green
gum swirled down the city’s throat.
Some nights something at the throat
catches, the restaurant turns into
a tank, then I see in the dark green
water the plates and silver sink,
and after them the divers sink
down the comfortable throat,
their small lights algaed green,
their small bodies curling into
shrimps, into worms, sinking,
and turning, down the dark green throat.
the whirlpool of the kitchen sink,
clotted cheese, carrot bits, green
gum swirled down the city’s throat.
Some nights something at the throat
catches, the restaurant turns into
a tank, then I see in the dark green
water the plates and silver sink,
and after them the divers sink
down the comfortable throat,
their small lights algaed green,
their small bodies curling into
shrimps, into worms, sinking,
and turning, down the dark green throat.
Comments
On another note, some time in the distant future, one of the academics studying your work will be writing a paper on the sea as a metaphor of liminality in your writing. Or something along those lines.
you are right, I think, about the film quality of this one. The visual elements, the colors.
:) unabashedly musical