jim hogg Poems
- The Visit I must photograph your gums I’m sure I heard him ...
- Twenty Seventeen The drawbridge raised, the curfew ...
- Between The Notes I played my life between the notes on the...
- The Runners I A dirty old wall ran north and south ...
- A Life It begins like a spring begins. and it flows, runs, ...
- If You'Re Smiling Now Well I'm no tongue tied teenage kid No...
- Song Of Bones I imagine valleys and no pecking order ...
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I must photograph your gums
I’m sure I heard him say,
with a hundred million pixels
of the latest insight into
the tissue of a universe in decay.
Remember the selves we used to be -
he might have said; I might have dreamt –
white and upright, sharp as purpose,
I believe they may be clearly seen
in the stars of your mouth;
and the selves we hadn’t become
yet - I wonder about them sometimes,
estranged so far from that unitary
system we inhabited, in some other time -
which never knew alien sugar traps,
nebulae of conspicuous addiction