After H.D.’s Sea Rose

Yellow, safety yellow,
embedded and with grid of bubbles,
landing mat, anti-slip,
hard of wearing,

more present-to-hand
than a handrail
running down stairs—
you are just lying there.

Rectangular, with three squares,
you are engaged in the concrete,
you are recessed
in the figure-hugging matwell
that eliminates trip hazard.

Can the yellow rose
fulfil such well-wishes
secured in a walkway?
 

 
Link to H.D.’s Sea Rose <<< there.

Paradox of the Slug and Some Vagaries

One road toll hike per quarter at 1% compounding
   doesn’t make a slug—
that is to say, one toll road user paying hikes of (1 + 0.04/4) ^ (4*1)
   doesn’t take a slug.
 
If one (1 + 0.04/4) ^ (4*1) road toll hike
   doesn’t slug a wallet,
then one toll road operator taking (1 + 0.04/4) ^ (4*2) thru (4*30)
   doesn’t rake a slug.
 
There are two kinds of criminal in most creative circles:
Those who counterfeit the coin, and those who fake a slug.
 
In 30 years from now I like to think I’ve laid a claim
to posterity–a pointy stick with which to stake a slug;
 
but the best a man can hope for is a wobble
in reality with which to shake a slug.
 

No Single Cause: A Response Poem

The Call

“The word ‘earthquake’ in Padaung literally means ‘the shaking of the dead’ — one of the two things we believe cause the tremors of the earth, the other being the stirrings of the big fish that guards ‘the drum of desire’. I was more frightened by the idea that the dead were shaking our house than by the movements of the fish. I used to have arguments with my friends and my brother Peter about whether earthquakes were caused by the dead or the fish.”
   Pascal Khoo Thwe: From The Land Of Green Ghosts

The Response

The earth trembled for the dead
had all at once turned in their graves
when they heard the big fish
watching over the drum
of desire had stirred
up more rumours about them.

Bad Eye

I visited my shrink, said I’m sure I just need glasses–
I can fake a smile with my good eye
but the other one’s forgetting
how to apperceive the lie.

That’s excellent! she beamed. We’re making progress.
It’s a sign you have an eye now on the future.