Maurice Scully














FOXTROT

MOTET














FOXTROT

 
                                                        About face:
 
                                                              storm
                                             on the 2nd day of the 12th month
                                            & a slap of Pathetic Fallacy too.
                                                Is that a light in the sky?
 
                                              Yes & no. And what’s that
                                               cramp in yr tummy, sonny?
                                                        It is the Force.
 
                                                            Of course.
 
                                              Lips pursed, could be worse,
                                        theory slamming theory to the ground
                                                            around which
                                                         in
                                                              the
                                                                     Great Crystal Mountain of Joy
 
                                                                  that is yr life
 
                                                          there is the whisper of
 
                                                               je ne sais quoi
 
                                                                    (wha’?)
 
                                                                 of something
                                                            difficult to pin down.
 
                                                                  Penury, Sir?
 
Ah well. You take yr pen up & put it down again
  sheets of glistening  plastic hit & wrap tight
   a tree-trunk on the street in the wind, black:
 
Inspector of Tiles
 
  Ode to Springs
 
  Comic Character from a Bavarian Folk Tale
 
  The Basic Tones
 
The Wolves at Base
 
  The Broken Glass.
 
Our philosopher Perspex, that all-knowing flipperty-
      gibbet, Micky Mouse.



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MOTET

[for tambourine]
 
I read Soap Tureen for Soup Tureen.
I read read for read.

What’s that meant to mean?

 

 

























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