Education

Gripping formula this morning
my kingdom, my only formula

as I put off education
similarly put off, and drawn on

then stopped short
by the man I’ve crowned my sustenance.

Take myself up this morning
gathering like blue waves of fabric

Rouching about my neck, bunched at my elbows
firmly held ripples around my waist

And sew, cobweb and moth wing
and anything to take myself down

and revise the patterns outside.
fox on the shore, every tree I’ve learnt

and the tide
I am tied to the town nonetheless.

Sat here as a tightly hugged river
undulating with the weight of application

Unbridled indolence
and the ghosts of birds loved

White in my wet.

If the last lines here fade
then I will surely tumble

Silly tumbler of water
and strain myself down

through the earth
and the dog bone, through the borders
that keep me too un-stone for you.

Funnel my way into the concrete block
glass and steel, or lights abundant

I concur, must apply now
his is without me, plainly fluid weak
and un-kissed

So I am tattooing the rules of
this place on the pebbles that cleave to me

A thin flood, unknowing.