the best sentence in all the world
Our love was redder than the eyes of McCarthy.
Our love was blacklisted and strong.
Our love was a brawl in the street
with spectacles on.
Eyes of bayonet knives,
and the nunchakus of my mouth
which I tried to use with great aplomb and theatrical flash
but always ended up knocking myself unconscious.
I love the universe
And should God tempt me
To fall back into the garden,
I would flee up a spiral stair
To find peace here
Not go back there.
A rare poem from the last six months. I thought I’d left it in the library and cleaning staff had thrown it away, but I found it recently in the pocket of my coat, phew! It’s based on a dream image. Eden is somehow below and I’m scrambling desperately higher to stay on Earth.