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the clouds of Toby Fitch
responding
to The
Bloomin Notions of Other and Beau
(and you oughta read em too)
1
rose
fingered first
thing
tells itself
you're
the one goes away
and
after
all
animal sad
so
many
merely
begun
made
off
think
sticks
like
a dog in rollover
hair
on end
we're
the attending sentience
word
for a thing
skins
of it excite me
2
life
in the cloud
where
all is kept
as
if to aery thinness beat
is
it? or wrung?
a
cloud is out
a
sky ago
the
moment lost
our
now
3
trouser
cloud flaccid
for
having so wished
wink
but a little
sly
precipitate
moisten
a region down there
4
a
rudeness
from
which all
wink
wet
and
stroked up tight
mere
brush by might begin it
and
certain, in a smile
this
can be, all
considered, kind
never
was done politely
unless
Victorian contraption
imagine
you're a horse, a cow
5
spring
and beast
solicitous
becalmed
in
their own strangle
procreation's
heavy duty
how
can the body be meant for this?
every
child must ask
6
a
thing such as
goes gravewards
the
cruel truth that is
as
if two ant colonies fought
neither
sees but knows to war
there
is an after all of this
when
what they died for stinks
7
marooned
on a level playing field
where
I am here with you for
the page
too
fast
stumps
slipped
they
call it
for
light
for
nothing the right colour
like
spider precious to the web
every
old sine qua non
8
cloudy
people too
for
whom
the
wind does an impression of rain
thought
bubbles up
in
fact
still
here to tell
falls
with some force
got
be algorithm for this
9
behold!
we
insectivorous star
in
one postcode
love
astral zaps the dreaming
all
Jesusy aglow
the
flowers of Antarctica
10
nations
away with the sea
it's
every makes me new
bottom
of day milady
bow
tug
forelock
here's
poem on the horizontal
and
poem with a little fall
the
uphill versus
rollercoaster
model
poem
dripping with it
turnaround
poem
shrink
into
never
get to the bottom of
snail
it shell
roll
off
roll
on
go
slippery silver in the rain
fix
it with this spray
11
pedestrianized
turf!
in
skyfalls of a calculus
the
corpse orations yet
dream
in which I'm still here calling
no
son of god does this
conversion
of payroll into libation
double
or nothing
you're
on!
12
of
the unknowing
yawn
forth
traffic
and accident
zombie
come back
straighten
up
swipe
right
maze
numb
to
a stinkhole of promises
we
run the thing
headlong
for life
we
follow a hearse of air
13
in
a field of type
nothing upended
for
the view
everything
appended
in
hope loops
as
we pray
carbon
for credit
like
keeping your own dinosaur
lick
this
(here's
luck)
14
certain
words stand out
as
if to rule the screen
tanker
clouds queue the horizon
we
had the honey hive
inoculate
with hang 'em dry
dark
souls who wanted in
15
scribbled
and floozed
(a
firm of solicitors)
stand
up to dinner
and
win
obliviate
the nous of tout
be
blistered having come
twist
figure
and
pervert the curse
so
that some good will be
16
bugger
the fact
we've
buggered the weather
my
country's cut and come again
once
in a blue let be
17
a
window laughed to see such fun
and
sometimes make a mirror
you
light up like a firefly
the
spider army
is
full of despatch
I
send them off by shoe
18
then
a routine remembers me
so
we can be old friends
sunk
tanka
of
the era since
when
we ghazal about
desult
car
nation
in
full flower
19
call
that profession?
bothering
to read the dark
of
here we always are
let's
see how it is clouds are here
(in
summer's rut our reputation)
moment
how
I make you mine
and
yawny after all
20
city
shines where it smokes
where
we drill down to
one
wells
time
reels
bloodlight
has seen to
we
get away from
as
if forever
bright
me
stand
as edifice
read
right through the leaf
21
forget
about intention
we're
just the leavings of the lost
has
to have been happened then
go
to gutter get over
and
turn
knock
at the mountain
you
can still get in
22
death
to the muzak
whole
pages blue
vexed
with text
even
the slaves whipped up to a friend see
selves
sold to starvation
had
to time
to
scan the heavens
could
mean the odd wry smile
23
myself
I'll take cherubic
and
always be remembered
our
cenotaph
our
sky
here
where the rule was broken
a
squint to see
what
it
is
was
why
heave
away you ruler king
and
stoush some flamin' cop
there's
no deposit no return
this
isn't South Australia
24
clouds
blink
and
then you're gone
This is great, Kit! Thanks for reading my book and responding in such a playful way. I've emailed you.
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