Mark Goodwin
The Ea(r) Tre(e) I a tiny the atre of bone cut o pen on the north corner wind & rain of saying can now pour in to the bony orn ament of cupped space an aud ience of silent see-throughs sits below a cartil age stage ten don curtains flutter as a ran ge of godly weathers interr upts a show of dram atic ani mals not written nor acted ever nor never will be as moisture shines up the interior of a bony box ea ch tiny bone brick of the the atre’s exterior is lin ked by a silver nerve to a split spot lit wound stage-centre a ga ping hole in the theatre’s frame is taking in a whole nation of st urdy gestures gest ures are cla ttering along the theatre’s statues stat ues still as wind c aught on film a vast so liloquy o’ dry thought is being lit stage left just as the nor thern corn er he al(l)s over II a chan nel of soft sound fl esh pulls in a musi cal cloud way takes a no ise circuit from a tree horizon or fr om stone imple ments tapped ag ainst syna ptic shock loads the round ness of a spore cochlea in a jun gle of a b rain’s design the bones t ools in a worksh op of tiny not ation strung out as birds on a fence’s electric pulse a side of a head as an um brella a side of a he ad has a fin gerless hand flattened by the mass of sou nd a little shov el on a head’s side a pink inward corri dor filling with trick ling air & hairs stuck in waxy argum ents or brightening stars perf orating a ring tremble this why all songs swirl why there are not straight lines of poetry this the wh irl pool of flesh with the inevi table brain-end ab yss III a tiny the at re of bone-s oft sound a channel of tin y t heat re cut open the north flesh it pulls in corner wind and musical cloud-way rain of sayings can now take a noise circu it pour into the bony form a tree-ho rizon or nament of cupping from stone implements an audience tapped against synaptic space silent sea -trough shock loud round ness below the cart ilage stage of the spore the coch lea tendon curtains fl utter as in brain jungle bones a range of god ly weather de signs interrupts a show of dramatic tools in a work s hop animals not writ ten nor tiny not at ion strung out acted ever nor ne ver as birds on a fen ce be as moisture shine elect ric pulse up the inter ior of bony head box each tiny bone brick umbrell a the the a tre’s exterior head is fingerless linked by a silver n erve to flattened h and spilt spot lit wound-mass of sound a lit tle centre a gap ing hole shovel on a side the pink inward in the the atre frame is head corrid or filling with trickling nat ion taking in whole air & hairs stuck in waxy sturdy gestures the gestures air & hairs stuck arguments of brighte ning clattering along the th eat re’s sta tues the statures stars per forating ring as still wind caught tremble this is why all songs swirl on film’s vast soliloquy no straight lines of dry (th)ought being lit stage left as poet ry is a whirl pool’s north ern corner of fl esh where a byss’s inevitable brain -end heals over |
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Copyright © Mark Goodwin 2017
Mark Goodwin is a walker, balancer, stroller and climber. He makes poems, and sometimes he sound-enhances them. Mark's latest publications are Steps (Longbarrow 2014), Tones Fled All (Leafe Press's Open House Editions 2015), and House At Out (Shearsman 2015). Forthcoming are: a chapbook called All Space Away and In with Shearsman, and a full-length collection to do with rock-climbing and mountain navigation with Longbarrow Press, called Rock as Gloss. Mark lives on a boat in Leicestershire. His work appeared previously in Molly Bloom 8.