Varia – Poem
I’s happening in bedrooms like another style,
slow anticipation, like someone rolling cigarettes
on the shape of it. There’s a form of it in boardrooms
collectively, in studios. On advertising floors they plan
it past the possible, they make this echo-chamber
sounding like your own if you’re a fool, to lead you
out of yours to this of no-one’s. Taking the sucker
in colours and in nakedness like the satin model
you may buy of it, but must resist. Pornography
for those who find love hard. There are the shrunksounds
of those who wear the future up too close:
a V8 footdown from warble to scream clearing
down a path inside the living, death as fast. Flames
rumpling their fierce silk when cynicism or despair
hurls up from the corrugated pages of a factory,
at 2am is writing arson, or somebody on fire.
This usual ghost, the past more truly dubbed
irresolution, like the crimp of petrol fumes in air.
Some find grass too green, the stairs still loose,
or boards carry the sound of pacing, adulterous
love-making, and the foot naked all the way up.
The wind at this life, the same unchangeable one.
Philip Salom has received many awards and honors for his poetry. His previous works include the international prize-winning Sky Poems, Feeding the Ghost, and The Rome Air Naked. His latest book, A Creative Life, was published in 2001. He has also written fiction, a play (commissioned and performed by the Festival of Perth), literary reviews, and articles for national journals. Currently living in Melbourne, he teaches poetry at Deakin University and creative writing at Melbourne University.
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