Geoffrey Ward
MORE PINCUSHION MURDERS
Thick snow in the land of milk and honey
"It's OK they've gone (deep breath, hold it in)
but they've taken the girl" (exhale, spit)
So we had to move fast now repeat
Rippling premolars the keys of a Wurlitzer
click of the typewriter rain on the window
stars coming out leaving holes in the fabric
to what end
We lived at that time in an upturned canoe
waiting for the snow to melt and carry us away:
baffling, that distant sound of tugboats every night
Copyright Geoffrey Ward 1980