MARINA GIPPS Poems

You think you can love
almost everywhere-
especially on the crude
wooden boat behind you
...

It happened much too long ago.
Somebody's cat died and went underground
untimely-just like everything else.
At its last rites I placed several
...

I'll walk with my eyes closed.
I'll protest with my cane
and bare sagging breasts.
...

Silver white screen, above
my eyes, my head and me.

The bodies move like corpses with sound,
...

Ssh...listen
Roadside graveyards are feeling
the sound of my walking past
those dead ponies feeding worms.
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Love: born of strange nights
that turned my hair white
in the odd light
of the invisible truth.
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Black cats
jet across a one way street.
Just my uninvited luck.
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Like skiing a mountain, then suddenly
falling off. Breaking several limbs,

slow motion. How funny
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Pumpkin carving. This could be our child
you're paring right now. Like Gepetto
in Pinnochio, the son you harvested yourself.
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My mother reached for my father's pant leg
though it was considered improper
before resuming her place among
the tepid brown sock soup in the sink.
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