Poem – Communication (By David Russell)

Communication   He handled his language as he fried his eggs: There was tension between the respective softnesses Of his egg and the cooking fat – Dependent on extreme alternation of heat and cold, Confinement in shell melting out of shape   Solid outside the skin flesh, fluid only within, Only under the flame Pricks the shape in itself, the […]

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Poem – Scorpion (By David Russell)

Scorpion I touched a scorpion; it struck. It was my fault; I had been warned – But for one split second Its beauty-fascination wrenched me From reason’s ice.   I don’t think anyone could find a scorpion ugly, They shine too.   Writhing and smarting from the sting I lashed out, struck on something soft I could not see.   […]

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Poem – Connections (David Russell)

Connections Sheen caps ground rails Soaking harsh sleepers To rattle mud-flounced trains.   Drizzle dusts, Grinding against itself, Sparking the tracks’ sheen With casual exasperation;   Blinding the gravel Kicking in panic Against the basalt of its being.   The lifeline   Brine polishes ground cliffs, Moss-padded in their cavities, The waves of muscle buffet, Abrade the penciled rocks, Cowl […]

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Poem – Carnival (By David Russell)

Carnival That peacock opulence, Swarming on strutting grime; That massed ecstasy, squeezing itself, Short-breathed, near suffocation; That sound-abandonment, seeming to plunge To deafness’s peace; Yet keeping those maimed faculties alive, Ever denying their last fulfilment.   Maybe it’s only I and it, I, starting in the middle And it, commensurate with my idea Of my own size?   Maybe I […]

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Poem – Ever River (By David Russell)

Ever River Prime time, swallowed whole Could the universe, just once Have poured itself into a molecule So that, thereafter, Nothing could flow?   Never to suckle a broken circuit For sparking life; Never split by caesarean pangs Of primal punctures.   Black hole never thinned to liquid Boiling mud foundation pustules Turning all to gas.   All words now […]

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Poem – In Transit (By David Russell)

In Transit   Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe,  definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear.   It induces connexity; the most complete awareness of the toil and monotony which went into making the tube, and the seat inside the train inside […]

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Poem – Ritual Roots (By David Russell)

Ritual Roots Trains: Stringing, ringing, lifting, Breathing meringues, with pores distended at the termini   Contraction is needed for piercing of bars And holing of tickets.   The breaking of one deadlock only Institutes another, more firm, In the hand and in the basket.   More futile by far than any old bird’s weak flight Through a Church, a hall […]

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Poem – Mid-Life (By David Russell)

Mid-Life   So much happened; So much didn’t – So nice to remember; So painful to recall   Now nothing is all, The power to recall Is an anaesthetic – Past strength Is pathetic.   In the middle, What’s kept still here What was and is gone, What never was – All levelled.   All comes to ground, abrades, That’s […]

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