Friday, November 28, 2008

untitled (from pronoun)

you daunt me with your knowledge
breadth of reading i cannot know
all that you know

i know how to ride a bicycle
for six hours without

i know how to swim across
a lake filled with
shadows and teeth

i know how to run circles
around the bases
of mountains, and,
how to plummet from
their saw-edged peaks

i know how to raise the
fine hairs from any part
of a person's body
with my breath

i know how to drive a
car sideways, how to drive a
long nail straight, to climb a
tree without branches

i know how to read a book
for its spaces, a government
for the paper its poems
are printed on, a nation
for the colours its currency

i know how to raise adults
and lower children
and why both are necessary

i know the tastes of woods

i know the tapping of guitar
string calluses, the sound
my voice in laughter, the angle
my mouth to mouthpieces

i know a three-year tan line
the cinnamon musk of a
sleeping puppy, the rasp of kittens
licking my ear while i giggle

i know a good photo, a moment
i'll never forget and how to love
a chance encounter forever

i know an idea
comprehended, a strike
of lightning, the
numbness that follows

i know the first person
hates poetry or vice versa



Jonathan Ball said...

i like that part about the first person hating poetry, or vice versa.

how's colin?

Colin Martin said...

Still labouring to get clear of first person narrative. But well - especially once Dec 15 has arrived and with it, the past tense of many deadlines.


Going to see Ash's band tonight. Looking forward to it.

How's youse?

Dad said...

I liked it. Hey I think I even understood most of it:-)

Colin Martin said...

lol, it has a moment or two. not my usual sort of poem but when the muse strikes, ye pay attention.