POETRY BY

Kevin Gillam
© Kevin Gillam 2005

riff

we don't stand still we run through honey we
harbour slow truth we drink in many we drown
in too few we finger the moon we dissolve
in clouds we pray in rainbows we think shades of
grey we save ladybirds we syphon our griefs

we chew words on trains we mouth words in church we
paperclip dreams we don't hear the trees we shoot
up t.v. we find silver's rhyme we lose to-
day's key we taste plate beliefs we paint over

pasts we blind eye footpaths we pull down the sky
we fish in dead seas we reheat fables we
worship white goods we quarantine prayer we crave

ourselves svelte we quarry clean air we grab but
won't feel we grow weeds on graves we don't stand still

........and sevens

been thinking 'bout circles.
been drowning in forget.
been drawing air 'neath trees

the skink is on the pickets.
the pills in blister cocoons.
the day is quick between dots

the mind adjusts to schism
then takes the foetal pose -
been thinking 'bout circles

origami

folded floorward and
all polish and no grit and
half-cut and breathing

arcing moonward and
swollen and spent and in now's
puddle and touching

Kevin Gillam
© Kevin Gillam 2005

 

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