Hoght Liuse
I
ho! use is all floors & walls of a
per son's
birth the street
& field outside fit into each
window times over
also wrap bricks
with
near & distant
sounds the stairs
& wardrobe
crush in on an
a lone space &
bring out
gleams of hiding the
roof is at a
star t of
distance and wears
itself like a hat
each tile is
the silk punch on a pia
no made of a child breath
ing in some nursery kitchen
smells squiggle
through air and up
the chimney to
1976 at 1976
the whole house col
lapses into a
party of play
ers in the drawers
fighters in the clocks begin
to clean a house with the
999 id eas
each idea
is soft but pre cise by a time a house has
been a home for three families the shine on
each house-syllable projects the faces & breaths
of all the private dramas the house presented to
the audience of its
self a house
at an end
of a street has
big windows made
from cat
-bones & river-
water slip
into the house via
the back-tree
II
light squ eezes
through openness
its efforts
make vast wheeze like a
god's problem
voice
solving a blank whole of the no thing light a
cross earth pulls plants into th oughts reach
beams of light over
water wrestle
with neon bones
under water moon's
light sp ends itself
into a well
the sound of light at night is sweeter than the bittering
of sun the jet of photons tight as ice
cuts the dark
mind open the
halves of dark mind
are hot with
the blade gleam
animals grow from
the division
the awakening of light was caused by Mrs Black
switch ing the soot
in her he art her new
soot met with Mr
Black's he at &
the fuse of
possibility hurt
o ever
so much the long
finger
of light feels through tree
tops and ploughs wet
grass and scrapes
over rock mountain tops un
til it points to a
whole in a sky
where no
finger points back
but a god's not
being his ses
with a go
ddess's laser
III
house is all floors &
walls light
squeezes
through the street's
openness - its effort makes
a person's
birth the field
outside fits into
each vast god problem
voice solving the window
many times over wrap the bricks with near nothing
distant sounds
The stairs
& light across Earth's
pull wardrobes crush
in on the light alone
spaces
bring out the plants into thought's reach gleams
of hiding roof beams
of light over water
at the
start distance wrestles with neon bones a silk
punch spends itself a piano
made from the sound
of light a
child breathes
kitchen night
sweeter
smells squiggle through sun bittering up the chimney
jet photons tight as ice at 1976 the whole house cuts
the dark mind open
party halves of dark
mind
players in the drawer are hot with the blade the clock
begins gleam animals
grow 999 cleans the
house
with division each
idea is awakening light soft but
precise by the
caused Mrs
Black switching time
the
house has been the
soot in her heart
her home
for three families' new soot met with Mr She shine
on each house blacks
heat the fuse
syllable projects
the faces of possibility hurt over the breaths of all the
private light feels through
tree the house
presented
ploughs through
wet the
audience of itself grass
scrapes over rocks
the house the end of
the mountain
tops until it streets big
windows point to the whole
made from cat-bones & sky where no finger points river
water slip into the
back of God's
not being house
via the back tree
hisses with
Goddess's laser
IV
somelight
house is
all walls & floors
light squeezes through
a
person's birth
fits each into vast
a sea-distance solves
a window
many
times
over
horizon
sounds
bring
out
thought's lit reach
dark halves of minds
on sea
collapse
a smell
through air
use
is all
for
safe
© Mark
Goodwin 2007
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