Another one from the Wallace Variations. This occurrence takes place some time after Wally comes back from the dead.

Some of Wally’s Shenanigans

It was from beyond the smoke & mirrors
you entered this world of mirror & smoke.

Why did you take to the roofs of the cul-de-sac
to listen to the agitated dwellers’ dreams

in the milk of magnesia unconscious?
Your ear dangled down the chimney flutes

as if listening to the ocean spume in an abandoned shell.
Trod cautiously so as not to slip on the mossy roof-tiles

nor disturb the weather vane or TV antennae, again.
& couldn’t i have been cross legged on the silvered lawn

my eyes a different colour
admiring how you snapped the brisk night in your teeth.

You sat cross legged quietly awhile with me beside
the bruised crocus, tickling the hull

of your toes, fat as Korean grapes.
Patiently, the crocus & i awaited your vocalissimo.

Posted by:DPM

DPM is an idea-logue (sic) and object-oriented speculative realist, attempting to be response-able in an irresponse-able society.

6 thoughts on “Some of Wally’s Shenanigans

  1. I was drinking orange juice when I got to the line that mentioned ‘milk of magnesia’. The result was that my synesthesia played havoc with the taste of what I was drinking, if only for a moment. Then the phrase ‘fat as Korean grapes’ resonated in my head, and now I in turn have the phrase ‘lazy, grape-bellied, autumn wasps’ writ upon my mental notepad. There are times when all this cross-fertilisation is just too damn hot to handle!

  2. I love the ‘sverige comment’ – updated daily of the progress of your poems perhaps?!
    Anyway, just wanted to say, thanks for sharing…some wonderful images in this one

    1. i don’t quite understand the sverige comment. Thanks for reading. i wrote these poems to exorcise Wallace Stevens’ style from my writing, as i found my poems imitating him, even though i wanted my own style, so i thought i’d write poems directed to him, about him & using him as a character in this & his own Complete Works & it worked, i don’t see his direct influence on me anymore, & furthermore, i quite like the poems i wrote about him, with him, using him.

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