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Envelope Love Poem

 

Write this in the address window of the envelope:

(For added authenticity it should be typed)

Your Lover’s Name

   Your House Number & Street

      Your Town/City

        Your Postcode

           Your Country

 

Next to the address window write the following message:

(This should be handwritten,

and  as untidily and disjointedly as possible,

to indicate the writer’s inner turmoil)

 

“No longer at this address

        Disappeared out of my life

                Please return (crossed out)

                        Return to Sender

The darkness

 

The sun has gone down on empire

now, on the good and the evil, and

on our empirical empire, empires

of centre, and eagle, and lion, and

red, and of the sun. Only the stars

now remain in strips of white neon.

And then comes the darkness unlit

which crowds out the contours and

edges and false-moves and guilt

and signposts and rulebooks and

gonnegtions, and even networks

and structures, so that the lights of

the skyscrapers (‘only’ visually, not

technically, or mnemonically) hang

in the air, not as an enlightenment,

but lanterns and glow-worms and 

wild-eyes, but also not-onlies. So

darkness comes then, emerges

(it could even sometimes be said),

from light and as it emerges I want

to go with it to discover truth, not

with falseness of torch or matches

that eat their dark way into skin,

but with the eyes of the nocturnal,

and hands of the calloused, sifting

dirt under nails themselves turning

dirty and bloody in the finding of it,

this torn truth, these shard-strips of

collage, finding themselves at last

in their juxtaposing for the first and

only time in their and our history;

or  black words on a black screen

that can only be grasped, and then  

only for seconds, as a roll-over (or

palimpsest).

                   I don’t know what truth

is yet, or if I will find it, or even if it

can ever be found, or which of the

above is the best way there, or if

there is only one way, or if I must  

find other ways, or if others will

help me to tread these other ways;

but what I do know is if there is a

thing such as progress, these are.