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Task
Metaphor failed
to enlighten
those domestic vistas
when, apparently, I should have been
me, me, me
which as universal truths
explain how the world works.
All these years of love and suffering
were nonetheless some coherent order
when writing about myself and the
hurt and joy and killing and poetry.
There's death
and then the task of articulation.
Older
The Figurative
Committee
make the most of their own
sod-breaking, warning me
of hearing a clichŽ
as it clanks, especially about
growing older and
digging frosts Ð the vegetable
patch completely dug
getting an
enforced embargo
[that one too about to be
a spade-end on a stone likeÉ
excised, being
heard],
advising how to use the
ordinariness of getting older
without calling it an idea.
Pour Me One
Come out of your
terrible hiding
and pour me one
somewhere in the shadows where
I see your last drink.
What do you say?
Dregs in the bottle?
If you're not speaking about advice
I'll have those last best
fancy ideas.
Not Only in the Metaphor
as mirror to the
beginning
it is keeping calm
in symmetry
and equilibrium
in the simple meandering
rolling along
therefore has epistemology
syllables for balm
whence the nothingness
but also their meanings
a simple start being articulated
and just a few sounds
© Mike Ferguson 201
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