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THE ACID OF ACCIDIE

 

POEMS BY

 

 

ANTOINE TARSER

 

 

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WAITING

 

I wait

For my eyes to be the birds

My arms to be the trees

My ears to be the sound of rain

 

I wait

For talking to stop

From within and without

For ideas to dissolve

To leave just what is

 

I wait

For hate and love to leave

For concepts to fade

For things to be as they are

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SUPERMARKET TROLLEY AND OTHER WORKS

 

 

There�s a supermarket trolley in the duck pond

A modern installation

 

Ripples of parody grabs our attention

A rupture of common sense notions

 

An artist hurled this structure deep into our murky consciousness

 

The fleeing ducks, our deep rooted repressions

 

Coloured with coke cans

We can sense the limping, bleeding animals

 

Stumbling into forest fires

Rotting like Mattresses in the autumn leaves

 

With Perceptions undressed

A new insight for the eye

 

Junk becomes truth

Truth becomes lie

 

Like the washing machine

Asleep in a lay-by

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I AM THE SKY

 

Looking at the sky filling two holes

Filling my eyes

Like air fills a room

 

Open the door and there�s no outside

And no inside to hide in

The sky fills my mouth like water

I was an observer

Now I�m just the sky

 

Throw a bottle in the river

It fills with the river

Then the glass breaks

And there�s only the river

Nothing can contain it

Like the sky, hovering above

There is no separation

No distance between us

No difference between us

 

I am the sky�

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WITH CHILD

 

Human female skin shimmers white against the rising cliffs

 

She rolls over �

 

A long backbone, like a dinosaur�s remains,

 

Pushes up from the surface of the earth,

 

Gulls scream and soar across the sun

 

She reaches behind her,

 

undoing the strap

 

Merging with geology

 

like the birds� eggs

 

Partially hidden,

 

poised from treacherous drops

 

On the horizon, the sky touches the sea

 

Vulnerable, breakable beneath the stones

 

She sleeps-

 

A slumber pulls her through ancient layers

 

She�ll awake from a dream, as the tide rushes in

 

New genes awakening within her

 

 

WOMEN SAY THAT MEN ARE ANIMALS......

 

Eyes are molluscs

Two snails sliding

Tentacles twisting

Urges rising

 

Hands are spiders

Fingers groping

Spinning webs on

Prey for choking

Mouth�s a Jellyfish

Looking to sting

Injecting poisons

Deep within

 

Blind mole�s digging

Kicking back dirt

On subterranean

Full alert

 

Cobra spits

Its venom to stun

The animal�s human

And he�s going to run....

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OLD PHOTOS

 

Between Christopher Columbus

 

and Salmon Rushdie

 

My brother�s daughter

 

is stroking a long dead cat

 

We�re eating Christmas dinner

 

and I can see something

 

In my own eyes

 

A look of dread?

 

These photographs

 

Are angled like gravestones

 

Mum is smiling,

 

standing next to the Christmas tree

 

Looking out from this folded up, shelved, cobwebbed past.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ACCIDIE RAP

 

No tradition to defend,

No ethnicity

My skin colour says nothing about me

 

No country,

No identity created

From arbitrary geography

 

No political agenda

Disguised in poetry

No fight against the repression of

Sexuality

 

No history

To define me or fill me

With fake nationality

 

No gold medals,

Or victory

To bring on paroxysms

Of ecstasy

 

No convictions,

No orthodoxy

To pledge my allegiance

To some damned hypocrisy

 

No grasp of monarchy

No fight against the

Hegemony of Patriarchy

No higher entity judging me

No life of eternity

Nothing to convince me

But the acid of accidie

Yeah, the acid of accidie

WE DRANK WINE

 

Tonight....

 

We drank wine and listened to music

 

Others closed the eyes of their dead

 

You protested about something from upstairs

 

While blood ran from brave men�s chests

 

You fell asleep while I was giving my opinion

 

People died, protecting their lives

 

I turned off the news and twisted the corkscrew

 

Into another bottle, like a bayonet

 

Envious of something

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LOOKING FOR TRUTH

 

Sometimes I stop thinking about

 

Sex, money, winning the lottery,

 

- being famous...

 

Instead I just want 'the truth'

 

And so I go looking for it

 

And not finding it

 

on any supermarket shelf

 

I buy a beer instead

 

and forget about it

 

But I see it flicker briefly

 

in the face of the girl at the

 

checkout

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A moment of truth hits me

 

as she gives me my change

 

And I cannot share this

 

unexpected wisdom

 

Without her eyes changing

 

and me seeing myself

 

As she would see me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HOME GROWN

 

NUMB

My fingers form that word

I�m crawling across the desert

NUMB

My eyes are like walnuts

I am so, so�

NUMB

 

The glass in my hand

The burdens of the world

Too heavy to hold

So I just put it down

I�m so wonderfully NUMB

 

Collapsed like a star

A light shines through the cracks

I�m walking boldly in the gaps

I smile that I�m here

I can�t help but grin

I grin and grin with the numb

 

 

 

 

 

 

NAN

 

Suddenly you�re not watching

 

and the telly means nothing

 

New cars, mobile phones,

 

breakfast cereals

 

Busy themselves in the room

 

with the fading light

 

Night falls and still

 

the endless chatter

 

No-one turns on the light

 

No-one is listening

 

The adverts come to nothing

 

Cutlery rattles in the kitchen

 

A car speeds by outside

 

Someone knocks on the door

 

But there�s no answer

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two cups of cocoa

 

in a friend�s hands

 

 

One of them going cold

 

Photos of grandsons smile

 

in the dark