Tim Allen - Poem Sequence

Tim Allen

Extract of eleven verses from ‘Eventing’


The fuse wire was a strand of her hair
The turning point for a branch

Fizzling mellifluousness ruptured articulation
Feeling free in treacle – a trusted true test

In a polyphonic cryptogram an ape lives out its days
Soil rich with almond caverns and local accents

     A CULT MADE OF ALUMINIUM USES


*

Heaviness absorbed cumbersome wasp
Streaming stiffly – memory has no denouement

If the walk there was cold and windy
Then the walk back was a successful understatement

The sea landed
Wind itself was a thick quilt of ponies and grandchildren

     A REAM MADE OF SILICON FULFILLS


*

Slim clouds lay upon the sloping sky
Crane fly grabbed a rock as if it was a collection of rocks

Flower opens its pages to the scholar
Tree bends from the knees to study the ground

Doubt called out for being too light-sensitive
Wanders into the forest with missing digits and crows

     AN AGE MADE OF PHOSPHOROUS ENDS


*

Mound of manure breathes in breaths out
Plenty of cupboard space in the castle ruins

Pressure to play is umbilical and comes free
Moon bats a sailor into the allotments

There strolls the fox in the morning frost
Inconspicuous change with a whole day left

     A WREATH MADE OF SULFUR TROLLS


*


Bamboo and house dust maturing unevenly
Hazy economy of rooted habit

Insomniac shrubbery comes out in blotches
Educational mirages searching for the sky

The telescope jack-knifes but doesn’t snap
Lens catches rabbit in the same place twice

     AN EVENING MADE OF CHLORINE WINCES


*


An abridged season ultimately dreams in oils
A shower of heartbeats flanked by jewels

Any presence in the world depends on an alphabet
Prismed by the weather

Convict in a landscape knows his own thoughts
Better than he knows which way to go

     A BRIDGE MADE OF ARGON ESCAPES

                                *






A river desolate and desperate
Mistakes its flow for andromorphic company

The shires are an unemployed two-way mirror
Children throwing their unfired pots over a rainbow
 
The banks are closed the floodgates open
To and from fields cows meander in lonely solidarity

     A GATE MADE OF POTTASIUM HIRES


                           *

In the kitchen at night as the calendar falls
A crash is heard by an equation in the forest

Marble swallowed by a saint
Pushes a popular hermit into the tomato plants

The search for a natural history that rings true
Defies gravity on one nocturnal kitchen wall

     A RASH MADE OF CALCIUM WALLOWS


*


Flag hibernates within moth’s folded wings
Because sleep has no ensign to call its own

Couple borrow protest pennant to wave at pavement
What we call the countryside conjugates a picnic

Bears sleep with the stars in a blanket of mothballs
Country music blaring in asylum seeker’s headphones

     A SIGN MADE OF SCANDIUM PHONES


*

A scarlet compress on the aurora’s skin
A notation of saplings sledging towards the edge

Bushes on a balcony speak in incestuous tongues
Mouths feel their way to the railway sidings

The night train leaves with its Inuit witnesses
Nobody sees it disappear in a precipitous blister

     A BODY MADE OF TITANIUM PEAKS


*


Oblivion in every direction
Has an underbelly filled with wrestler’s laughter

Waves in the bay indulge huge expectations
Carol singers emerging from the labyrinth

Eventually the dinosaurs have to bring themselves
Ventriloquist sleeping with a slit throat

     A BELLY MADE OF VANADIUM RINGS

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