Sport 17: Spring 1996
Graham Lindsay
Graham Lindsay
Paper Road
Rainshower passes
over the paper
road, words string a line
descenders cut
pale blue lines. You can dance
sing, conduct
a music of meaning, kind of a song
that has always existed
pen for a plectrum or baton.
A song, a piece of music
in the form of a poem, sing it!
A song, a piece of music
in the form of a poem
again!
Taylors Mistake
Once this ivy
was part of a rock
garden. Someone sat here
drinking tea
and smiled at the world.
Or was sombre
smoked a pipe, scowled at the influx
and adjournment of tides
world's push and shove
had no visitors
visited no one
instead looked up
the skirts of old lava
flows as basalt's
weathered ribs flaked
over salt crystals
and contemplated the ease
with which a fragment
like a sledgehammer
could take out daylight.