Makeshift Heart IV:

some moral compromises

Go on grab a flake
Go on tuna bake
Go on, you just put in the hours
Never mind the whys or the hows.
A big office arse needs an aubergine grill
And cold pressed, my oath, only eat who I kill.

Vicarious baiter.

You know about boating
You know it’s promoting
You know economics is right
Reads our minds even drowning in flight.
The blood runs south till we get to the gate
Think I give a rat’s for your politics, mate?

Vicious blather.

Can clear up your swine flu
Can open your heart too
Can clear you up every which way
Some new miracle, bless, everyday.
Love, pity, and silver, need a look that can skid
Off the eyes of macaque I would kill for my kid.

Victory is bitter.

You can get it in your car
From coffee in a bar
You can get it and go on unfussed
The furtive and guilty are the faces I trust.

Virtue’s a bother.

Makeshift Heart III

for H

You heard when she said what he did, afraid
Remained when he did what he did, delayed.
Helplessness is an art form, an air raid:
Start, and a muddle, an ending betrayed.
Live through this and death is nothing, sister
Some things pale somethings sit and fester
No idea what living average cost her
Tripping through the office, an impostor.
We slide and we borrow and we wake
Give an hour for every moment we can take
Daily participate in that mistake
Get up and slide and borrow, and fake.
All witnesses, professional and not
Participate anyway in the plot.
Shadow my shadow my widow my murderer
Regret my egret in the field of complaint
Callow my fellow and hollow the wanderer
My family witnesses, none is a saint.
Action if prison if action if warren:
Rondelet gaol and sonnet retreat
Take me to places I do not intend
Sacrifice gently or give up abrupt.
Who reads the papers who writes the papers:
Capulet-Montague baby instead;
Here comes the Chopper to chop off your fingers –
Inkwell of history or another man’s blood.
Hush, hush child. No one is better.
Just thorns upon roses I grew for my mother.

Lift your feet as you tread through the long stalks
Take the hill low, down now, and slither boy
In a bunny ear the very plant talks –
So knee backs burn, it’s the marvellous ploy.
Something else, something even grateful, carved:
Scrimshaw of action, sayings carved
On love and ego even in blood carved
Still witness, false agency, if heart carved.
Lasing memory, no object sintering
(Swan dusk and gold whiting its own reward)
Is the hunt or fish standing still still standing
Decide recreation or cave coward?
Hush, you hush you child. No one gets better
Impossibly murdering their father.

Do the sing do the song of my ancestor
Just because we do Mambo Toraja
Step swing step up boy and step swing return
Flappy just happy in the grip of the past –
Saw nothing then do nothing now
Lordy, hush, I’m home at last.

Makeshift Heart II

Magnolia silvereye sing your fractious heart out
Be that as it may you say or you could not fly
Be that as it may or your heart would be too stout
Lighter by the argument l murmur and I sigh
Experimentally trying l remain a lump
Day too blue and sun too bright and poppies close to tears
Regard the night and dog walk and work it as a pump
I can tell myself to fight the shadow it appears
And fail but twig and twitch my own be that as it may
So that DNA may care but why should I die
So long then I walk lighter with one out of the way
Seeing evening and car park and workplace silvereye
Struggling midlife like rank teenagers into wings
Waking up at least a bit embarrassed to these things.