Thank You List

One: thank you for the light

The glowing orb that you created

And put in the sky above my home

Out of the kindness of your heart

Or if not, does it matter?

Two: write to family, or call them, or something

you haven’t spoken to them since they left

and you stayed here

and they’ll want to know all your news

and you need theirs

yes, you’ve been busy

but you can’t just cut yourself off, you’ll go mad you know

Three: well there’s none of that

clankingandchopping

but the van still comesaround

at fourthirtyam and they stillcallout

which sometimes takes on a sinister feel

callingout

Four: this is more of anaddendum

but thankyou

fordoing this

out of the kindness of yourheart

because you loveme

and youdont hurt someone you loveandcare for

just for a greenstamp that makes you

Acceptable

totheMiddleClass

To-Do List

One: see if they can get any more light in here

They haven’t put in the windows yet

And it’s terribly dark, you know

At get an electrician round, wire the place up

Get rid of that dimness.

Two: write to family, or call them, or something

you haven’t spoken to them since you moved

since you came here

and they’ll want to know all your news

and you need theirs

yes, you’ve been busy

but you can’t just cut yourself off, you’ll go mad you know

Three: talk to the council about the noise pollution

van coming around at three in the morning calling in at homes

all the noise the shouting

and the other noises the machines sort them out too

it’s impossible to get a good night’s sleep

and of course it’s irrational but you know what they say about the senses

when you can’t see

because it’s so dim you see

the other senses get stronger

and the clankingandchopping takes on a sinisterfeel

silly

Iknow

but it’s stillnoisepollution andsomeone’sgot to tellthecouncil

fourthisismoreofanaddendum

butpleasecouncilgetridofthemessitsmells

itslikeIsaid

aboutthesenses

theyrestrengtheningandidappreciateifmynosewerentassaultedyouunderstand

 

thankyouforyourconsideration

To Waltz with Whitman

Whitman winks from the frame

and he asks me to dance

and we whirl and we whirl to the music the music of air raid sirens and battle cries and calfskin drums and a Stradivarius

the way we Viennese dance

(although I have never been to Vienna)

and whilst Gautama and Lennon smoke in the corner and Cobain sweeps the ashes Whitman puts me back, out of my ink and into his

and I am in a classroom again and I am in Vienna

and whilst Monroe studies Warhol Whitman winks again and reads the printed anthology and I am Viennese again

(although I have never been to Vienna)