Poem 39
Someone waking after – or during – an operation … two realities, you can be carried along with the anaesthetic hallucination or transcribe the clues as to what’s really happening …
… I loved The Flintstones as a kid, the Weirdly Gruesomes were their next door neighbours …
( … dog barking like a telephone ringing – that’s good … )
Pethidine
In the clean kiss of a morning cold and thin as alcohol I wake up in my hospital bed under a tree nearby sounds of chooks scratching a dog barking like a telephone ringing branches bend down to my abdomen sun glinting at their tips like a scalpel far out I think weirdly gruesome feeling leaves tighten inside me making adjustments prising out and apart like the broken wall my mother predicted when I showed her where I planted the acorn