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Poems
by
Andi Garwood
from
FEARFUL
SYMMETRY
published 1996
You
cannot be smart and have a pure heart.
SOMEONE
JUST DIED
I know many unemployed drunks.
All pick dust from their teeth
combing roses from their hair.
They meet on weekends
and squeeze cider-sweat into village ponds.
Between you and me, none
of them feels safe with a gun.
I know many employed shits.
All of them dance fully-clothed,
slipping from cracked mirrors and
shaking rats from their sleeves.
They meet on evenings and grit
slime-slicked teeth at each other.
Between you and me,
none of them looks right with a bottle.
TODAY I
HAD A STOMACH UPSET
Lightning-ball of fire,
Time burning, sweaty sheets,
Rose-gardens washed in seagull-shit
Today I had a stomach upset
and was importuned about the noise
my hamster makes
I need a joint
I'm leaving
I have no light
Except the inner flame.
FORTUNE
BREATH
OF AFTERNOON
Don't we shine ?
Constellations…
There were more of us before
Weird rescued spirits
drawn from a spiral star
Black and bloody jelly eye cream tongue
squeezing through the gap
a cry wakes me from the poor man's slumber
There are blind buffalo outside my window
Down there on the pavement
Two children run around laughing
with a large red see-saw
in their arms.
Children.
Don't they shine ?
Constellations….
SOFT SHOE SHUFFLE
Because the mortal coil
of Earth is ravelling
We reach deep into
each other's pockets
to buy the next round.
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