Poems
by Mark Young
The Origins of Form
Fish school when the moon
is out. Before. Separate. At
various levels with disparate
meanings. States of grace.
Waiting for the cast of light
across the surface of the
water. On appearance drawn
to it. Coalesce, luminescent. In
the fine mesh of the right net
they might become a poem.
Tetrabiblos
The universe
ptolemaic, the sun
revolving
around the earth. All
things in their
place. Unbroken;
but keeping
the wrong time.
Mick Jagger, in the laundry
The crows are
serenading me
by ukking & ahhing
the Stones’ Sympathy
for the Devil from the
surrounding trees. “Please
allow us to introduce
ourselves, we’re crows
of wealth & taste.” I
drift along with them
for a while until the
beeping of the washing-
machine completing
its cycle brings me
back. It is the rōshi
of everyday life.
adherence
i’m
age
i
mage
i
magi
nary
aco
lyte
enigma
horo
logical
clock
et
science
turns on its
shapely angle
the
Sad Dada
Spam Filter
a gaudy
image of
A.Gaudi
Franco-
phile
Coconut Punch
No rain today, but we
did have plenty of
authentic Hawaiian aloha
shirts to help us over-
come temptation & come
to know Dog. Other-
wise, carry two spare tyres
& a good puncture repair
kit, & the United States
will be your reward.
