MARINA GIPPS Poems

Underwater robots spooling back images
of broken dishes,
hoopskirts and pantaloons,
tea cups the size
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The weather is quite pleasant these days.
My new wife looks like my old wife.

Alas...I have started to drink, wishing for better uses
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Call of the night when you've finished
your wine. With the remaining song,
You can kiss me with the message
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My baby, newborn, knew so much arithmetic,
knew the theorems of Xeno before it calculated
its first step. Knew all the letters of five alphabets
consecutively and backwards, knew so much it was
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How long can I stare into your head?
Skydiving in minutaie, a spider within a lost path,
no longer able to support a pattern.
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Lean out into the afternoon,
sip long hard sips of air,
let your eyes flow
through your hair, the earth
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On my father's boat, there is a unique little machine
called a 'Pathfinder' and on the ocean
all my dark thoughts are laid out on an ever-changing map.
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With coral lipstick, no blush, blue eyeshadow
ever so lightly feathered, she looked up into the air,
holding her rosary beads with stalagmite fingers
for so many days. She prayed all the time-we told her so,
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Look up at the clouds, sweet sorrow,
on this nice day, and think
of the blackness staying
past overnight.
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Befogged in the slow dance,
both of us unable to sleep, busy
counting ewe, curves over fences,
unaware that morning would follow
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