SHAY DAILY POETRY DEPOSIT
23.I.07
.a very stone heart.
in the natural gravel
one stone hidden
shaped by man
by man shaped
wall of stone built
great wall
arranged by man
man touched
built like man
armoured
piece by piece
fortification
stones to hurl
stones sharp like man
sharp by man
knife edge projectile point
aimed
pointed by man
to the heart of man
the very stone heart
TS
TIMOTHY SHAY DAILY POETRY DOSE
22.I.07CLUMP
I have brought a clump
of the wildest outside earth
to my house
so that the grass
and strange bestial mosses
will grow by my table
Perhaps the black birds will come
as the sun rises
across my blue porridge bowl.
TS
EXAMINATION
Held against darkness
we are much less than light
we are thick and tangled as forest
and exude humid scent as from the skin
of a slow opaque pond.
Gelatinous eggs dangle
in procession transluscent
as a parade of passing thought.
TS
PAUSE
In a dead city of red brick
ancient denuded maple stand
bare branched as chinese porcelain patterns
against the late of blue winter.
Clustered on the saucer edge
a harvest of tiny perching birds
twitter against
the interminable snoring
of hairy neighbourhood dogs.
TS
THE ANCIENT DOLL CARRIAGE
Small arc of rust
wheeled doll bed
Autumn exposure
for this fortieth year
in thin shred of grass
snow moss crackled heat
Forty times
And I become its patient catch
carry it to my warm museum
become its keeper where once
some child was attached.
TS
NARROW WAY
i
the least compassionate of men
crusher
of simple insect
swatter
of brainless fly
eater
of red
barn yard gut
all cast in civil garment
gypsy silk slaughterhouse uniform
i love
in my narrow way.
TS
...IN THE WAKE...segment
...when clinically blind jj filled
each huge page
with five or six crayoned words
the sharp waves he grew with
the ones around an angry island
one wave no simple print of hokusai
no carved wooden entity here
but a calm but a noisy ocean
long taut and faintly green
smelly brine filled sheet
cod reek mist against the
tight gray shore
that island like dust covered furniture now
a retired prop at midnight after the play
and sixty long journals of tightly stretched delirium
soliloquy to the blurry melted moon
beyond all the bordered short songs of youth...
TS
TIMOTHY SHAY DAILY POETRY POST
21.I.07
CANTO . from a man who lost his mouth to surgery .
The missing movement of my lips
oceanic , engaged in deepest kiss ,
a flotsam of gently twined tongues.
Luigi , harry , mike and barry
eaten by water body , removed
by cold lake , as bait
is removed by swift fish , as food
is removed by mouth , as mouth
was removed surgically ,
snip snip snip , snip snip snip.
The missing grinding of rush hour teeth ,
this ghost of smiling jaw still there ,
a mastication of air by air.
TS
CANTO .waite's newsstand , july.
The hot still air fills
the narrow interior of waite's newsstand
It is near midnight
forest fires rampant in the region
and the lake is still , is
so stiff and warm
that fragile pin-legged insects
traverse its width
skate , from southern to northern shore
deep in dense july
and the hot air fills
the narrow interior of one small
matchbox , newsstand , coffee counter...
The waitress with the temper skitters
from sink to pot , the coffee thick as night
and equally as hot.
TS
