new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Graham Lindsay


online works

 
from Legend of the Cool Secret

Dark eyes


 
Fingers clasp a wellspring
for the sake of words

ink on paper reminiscent
of Walter Trier illustrations.
Or you could jump the train
                                              there you go

in doublebreasted
pinstripe suit, a Marcello

Mastroianni sort of chap
in mid-air, midlife crisis
one hand clapped to biretta
the other flailing. A glorious

chafe of ballast barking shins
followed at the next cut
by the embankment's grassy
bottom, return

of insect song and birds.
Marcello hobbles into a cool

pine forest, and by a clear
stream in a sunny clearing loosens
his tie.

 

Graham Lindsay


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Last updated 15 July, 2004