Poetry: Strange Phones, Chairs and People I Know

Strange Phones and What They Know


All day
Strange
Phones
Mention me to their mammals

They say,
Seize
Throats
Before they seize up

Take a
Trip where
Frogs
Climb devil’s vine…

But with
Lead
I arm
Blank pages from love.



No Chairs

Famous strangers
Lap at the shore
Faces gape up
In thanks

For ceilings
Mantlepieces,
Places called home
And dreams.

The eyes tunnel –
There’s heaven up there
But no chairs




Sixty People I Know

There’s like
Sixty people
I know

Trapped in
Introductions

Meeting
By accident

Trading nothings
Freely

Liking each other
And the arrangement
Just fine