night air aroused
drawling with spring
*
pollen delivering words
as raw silk
through the unseen
caverns of my nose
*
in the middle of the street,
also high on pollen,
deadkids play lazy karate
*
halogen lamp oversees
glossy 'for sale' sign,
spraying its light,
mistakenly conjures
tilts of red from garden roses
*
on a nature strip,
legless ergonomic chair implies
a silent office of Zen
A previous version of this poem was published in Frame Lines issue 7, February 2009.
Below: Scanning electron microscope image of pollen grains from a variety of plants. (This is a public domain image sourced from here.)
Saturday, September 08, 2007
pollen (2007)
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i once overdosed on drugs and found myself floating in a twilight dawn of golden pollen in the sun
ReplyDeleteseeing as it was a fairyland hallucination i did not get hayfever from it
i used to get all sorts of allergies they have calmed down now
i was scared to take medications as i thought i might become dependent on them
(what an irony THAT was...)