lit crit, part one

dear andrew, the questions
are threatening to surface?
am i confident of answers?
in answering?
uh uh.
tonight, for instance, i'm sitting
at the shopping centre,
waiting for linda.
she's busy catching buses,
at least, i imagine she's busy.
for all i know
she could be slacking off,
watching the stars coming out
over newtown, & i've lost
the quote from ed dorn
i wanted to write
a poem about. well, not 'about', exactly.
around? anyway, i'm sure
i'll find it again, eventually,
although by then
my motivation
might have waned, or faltered.
anyway, pine cones lever-arch bus stop, don't they?
or the broad zone of the sea, wholly arctic.
what were we talking about?
nothing, really.
here at the Sun Thai
we're all waiting for something to happen,
& that ed dorn book
walks past the window, a little confused
by the change of scene.
why shouldn't their dire corsage assemble
those decorations, the ferns
finessing the light of day?
it's a kind of idiocy.
the scale of the head & our symptoms
loitering near the chemist shop.
is that the moon rising?
are we changing mode?

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ted@magicdog.com -- 1 April 2000