Sport 29: Spring 2002
Catherine Vidler-Smith
Catherine Vidler-Smith
inanimation
a car door
hangs helplessly
a jar of nails
is sore to touch
up and down
the see-saw goes
bananas get their
skins peeled
off or on
the TV couldn't care
less rain means
unemployed umbrellas
closed for good
the dairy weeps
a lone cufflink
yearns for its partner
lost cellphones
slip into comas quietly
and die-hard lollipops
compete for tongues
extended ladders
lose their grip
on walls graffiti
wants to read itself
line after line
the cocaine disappears
inside the vacuum
dust plans its escape
without success
balloons try not to shrink
away from cheese
the grater gets too bored
for words alone
the dictionary lives
on and on
the battery won't give up
the fight is to the death
for battle-bots
controlled remotely,
garage doors obey
without protest
synthetic dolls strip
down each stair
the slinky falls
over and over
turnstiles go
nowhere flows the
encumbered drain
pipe-cleaners
contract RSI
repeatedly the Imac
tries to sleep
upright posture
will not help statues grow
old stitching fails
the faded suit
case studies show
glass suffers stress
fractures beset
cheap chocolate
eggs crack off
their heads
in bowls we find
the scars of knives
and forks are tired
of skewering
meat dreams about
its animated past
life.
Island Bay
Turn those seven gulls,
rigid on the ragged rock,
to off.
Smear into the sky
all residual birds,
wings first.
Persuade that extrusion
of cloud
to (d)rain,
and suck on the wind
till it's gone.
Pull up the sea
like a giant
velcro strip,
eat the fish,
and sweep away
the floor.
Blow out the sun,
deflate your friend,
and finally,
erase yourself,
leaving only
your eyes,
behind.