31 8 13 Poem by Douglas Scotney

From the warmth of the second cuppa,
poured at 7am,
it must be 8.30 now.

8.20...
it's a bit cooler than I...

...I was carried away by visions:

a ghoul in wide-eyed, arms-high laughter;

two Inuit watching the white horizon for the last time
from inside a gaping mouth...
...or watching a movie;

a carved albino gourd...
...or a tribal mask;

two new cigars together side-by-side;

a logo for lesbian lovers,
Simultaneously Mothers-To-Be;

an eyeball to eyeball Easter Island confrontation;

Brancusi: 'Kiss: Updated'.

My ride has been
in what I've seen,
in, on its side,
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