scarecrow poetics/essays

ingredients:

1. take two decibels of babble
from a gastropub
where the witchcraft of switchcards
sinks in the ink
of sunday supplements

2. purchase a pentagram of produce
from the organic paedophile
peddling vegetables
vending various vitamins
at the farmer’s market

3. add one lung
of air inhaled in awe
at the absence of an edifice
eternally unerected
at Ground Zero

method:

“hubble the bubbles
we blow in foamy globes
around ourselves

abra the black cadaver
towed by the flow
of the rotting river”

4. now sip the soup
the sorcerer serves
(before the copper cauldron cools)

Jamie Huxley © 2005