Jousting knights on the hour
Di, you know the statue was
Walter Raleigh
Yagan clicks, shopping for
kilt and Scotch finger
a mother in the rain
the end of a piano lesson
how quickly the day goes
how wicked—
why here, why now?
A quarter hour, a half hour
what is it with this
city and clocks
and Tudor style?
‘Life,’ she said, ‘is not like that’
she spoke of her father
Saint George and his Dragon
St Georges Terrace
an hour licked off the face
a song and dance marking
a before and an after she
becomes an episode
or a reason to
park at the hospital
not silence. Restraint
a two-hour phone call to
an orthodontist a baffled
apology/shingles blister
under the relentless blue
arcade-shaped schizoid in time, like any arcade no
after no after only time-zone:
Synchronome Co., London, El Dorado
past Fremantle
a white room where Boston ivy grows
through cracks