Luke Humphries
pond
it only ever takes one bravado pebblefor the sticklebacks to flirt with the
resulting water halos
cavorting with water reeds
messing up lilly pads
i
and frog platoons voyeurs of
the voluptuous slithers of sun shrapnel
slowly undressing seven veils to the
hum of the wind
(……)
they’ve built an eraser factory upon
a mass grave of ripples
and pond skippers
the factory pride their selves
upon producing the finest erasers
three counties wide
i work there
and i swan about in
my cold clinic uniform
like a dog who dumps daises
(i’m generally unhappy and
live through eraser villages, pen top
people and cows with drawing pin legs)
cavorting with water reeds
messing up lily pads
