"we are on
the eyes and blinked away."
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
Need to Know
14: The Double Issue
13: Free Form
12: The Necessary Ear
11: The Necessary Eye
Issue 10: Out on a Limb
Issue 9: The Missing Body
Issue 8: The Lily
Issue 7: Passages
Issue 6: No More Tears
We smell sweet, we can almost love,
we come in through doors you never knew
and eat your food. We say, this sound
of a quickening in the forest
includes night in its umbrella term.
At the speed of dreaming
we scatter murmurs among an audience
of one. We are the kind of people
who never take 'no's the way they are said,
leave them on the floor. We feel
the air on the tongue. We don't
have time to wear out, we are on
the eyes and blinked away.
The stops at the ends of the lines
are terminals where we debark from
trains of thought. We care less.
Your eyes scan us like barcodes but
our receipts show you the value
of everything and the price
of nothing. We're all elbow.
Follow us down these long burrows
where we gather like
exoskeletons of ideas. Blow us
from our graves, back into minds.
100 yr old man
In regard to the hundred year old man
at the chipshop whose stories were
largely unintelligible: his laugh
took us with him into his past,
something to do with the North Sea, with
being sick and arriving, memories bubbling.
Something about flying over the Alps,
an air pocket. Every sentence, whether
funny or sad, ended with the same laugh.
The point of his words was the laugh.
Everything turns to comedy, to Lear in
slapstick, falling, bringing us with him.