PAR
par for the course
par for the curse
mute the Wasteland
savage reduction of
noise
stanza
by
stanza
you feel it in your bones
tremors under the skin
your tectonic
plates shifting
specialists mailing in
their verdict
you on the verge
of breakdown
hanging by a thread
golden, astral silver
or maybe just
Manchester cotton
an industry booming
blackening the sky with it
suddenly
in the wash there
is blood
much red blood
humanity split, a house divided
par
for the course
echoes, allusions, vertigo
in the poetic factory,
foundational mythologies,
whatever
it takes to finesse vers libre
rich resources to be mined
be inevitably exhausted
see there
what scripture remembers
we should know,
it needs to
tell us
a door opening, first
thought springing
to mind
must be of awakening
so much out there
the picture freezing
in anticipation
of expected regret,
customary hesitation
step
by guarded step
par for the course
,
poems 2 die for 