28 06 21

good evening, warmth, here i am again
enticed by the presence of light
i’m obviously here and all your pretence
of accident just makes me love you
(i see through you, or not quite) love you
control has pushed my head convex – or is concaine ?
chance that gurgles like a picket fence
brushed by a sausage of my watery sight

Tom Raworth« In which Rhythm Makes a Stand »Collected Poems Carcanet2003p. 133 accident amour british poetry cocaïne drogue eau english poetry lumière poésie anglaise présence regard salutation saucisse