m i c h a eld ea n
3poem s
SCOPE
Inside things are smaller Things. Inside these, smaller ones Still, this is the point being To look at the smallest and then, The think resting on the thing, To say very clearly what is seen. No easy task, as Outside there are other Things. Outside these, what is more, It is very much the bigger picture, To see them all, The thinking being that it should be all of them. Now, take the time and stop this. That drop of petrol on the wet, Spread so very thin and so very wide, In every dint and over every crumb of tarmac, Under the press of ignition and the roar Before the flag Or, in the warm soft nap of that gannet's throat. Do not explain this.
DRIVEN, STOPPED Mostly uprights they Tone Frame the moving parts Blue, yellow Tone, rain Part of day Caught and curved Runs away Part stays flat, flecked and grey Tone tone.
CAR POEM
You are not in a car. You are in a car.
It is day or night time. My thinking on the matter,
My thinking on the,
On the,
- it does not matter. You should not care. You
Have not started the engine. If you do start the engine
Now I drive the car like this and this. I am listening to music.
You are in the car. We like this music. Pull over.
There's my house, in the quiet street. The porch light is on.