COLLIDE
you cannot
deploy a screwdriver
to fix
the world
will set you
on a collision course
with hi-tec
cerebral
high minded people
intellectual
salt of the Earth
nor light you turn
to instrument more organic
warmer, softer
of shape less regular
(but in the same
ball park
when it comes
to visual metaphor
and the logic of dream)
a tried and
trusted mechanism
evolved over aeons
shuttle-slide into action
same principle as self-
loading but
hopefully more
symphonic
yes
and stumbling into
sympathy, empathy
let us consider
the heart that
lies at the heart
of all these hydraulics
lies
at the heart but hopefully
speaks the truth,
it’s truth
so much in the joy of cataclysm
pumped into the air
that doesn’t even make sense
scarcely comes
in syllables
a waste of good carbon therefore
every breath here expelled
and that is without even
bothering to consider
the happy physics
of all those mouth-centred
mechanisms
fuelling such
soft collision
loosening, tightening
the screws that hold this all
in frame
keeps the picture
together
twenty four seven
or frames
per second
as metaphor much needed
in the heart of the night
some
scarcely even poetic
fit just right