some poems foryou ...
STILL LIVE.
It’s an abandoned bowl and chosen vase,
Carefully arranged in another time,
With old apples like large red walnuts
And grapes now raisins on the vine,
The healthy green of penicillin lemons
And black banana gorilla fingers;
Long lost in the corner of the artist’s attention
And over it all a fruit fly lingers,
Still seeing art,
Still live.
Copyright © Jason Horsler
14/02/03
AIR-WHALE.
What a beautiful aluminium whale,
Lies beached on the asphalt and sighs:
Its spinning baleen mouths
Hungrily awaiting to feast on clouds
in the skies.
It winks with a hundred flashing eyes;
Deep and high is its sounding.
It strains at its chocks with an eagerness
To leave this heavy unnaturally blueless
surrounding.
The willing Jonah approaches it with awe,
For soon I shall swim with the whales -
Breaching the overcast into the light
And blowing twin je
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