The smashed glass grains
about the fronds
of the dumb plants
all for glitter
for the show
the work a drunk did do
O, you and your borrowed heart
singing a nursery round
You press
the collar back
the collar back
at
the nape
till I nearly drop
my second cup
A daft fire could start between the
legs
(but it’s easy enough to check)
The machinery
that couples according to
some
old and boring law
turns the filthy sunbeams on
for more
for more
I won’t be anyone’s reason for
anything
Time to step outside for a
fag
and to take as long
as an
unsmoked smoke
Ah, but the god in the machinery. Just when it seemed the works had closed down for good.
ReplyDeleteMore than half of Euripides's extant tragedies employ a deus ex machina in their resolution and some critics go so far as to claim that Euripides invented the deus ex machina as a work dodge.
Lovely about the collar/nape/drop/cup, the suddenness of the pressure rekindling the daft fire, and no one being anyone's reason for anything.
I'm hoping Deus makes good no resolution here. I don't like things too tidy. I don't mind him popping round once in a while.
ReplyDeleteThose five lines come in a bit at odds, like some well-dressed drunk uncle sliding onto the beer sodden dance floor, but this gives me a kind of pleasure.
Poor old Euripides; there are worse ways of swinging the lead.
I'm glad you picked out the reasoning; I've a great horror of how we use others to serve our plans and pictures.
Thanks for drawing out the music too. They're lovely words, tender and small in themselves.
ReplyDeleteThe subject doing the telling could well be a bit of cold fucker here, so such words had to show up.
It should read "...a bit of a cold fucker..."
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