In late
boxed in Collected Works Bookstore
seven poets around the table

Every book an illegible title
frost hieroglyphs scar windowpanes
inconceivable shrills of pens bruise words
fretting over static figures of speech

Cold squeals bus retaliation on Wellington
herbal tea & mead steam inside Glebe facades
winter drudges over earthen hips and green cleavages
moon dives frigid splinters into snow
no name fertility goddess slumps in baptismal slush
overflowing the font of the Experimental Farm

Perfect poems have strong alibis for murdered clichés
finally agreed the poem building solution
narrow ideas shove useless words
bare the surviving syllables
then vers if y


(Poem published in "Borderlines" - anthology
of the Ascent Aspiration Magazine, 2007)