that night I bounce tennis balls
high up through the sky
I'm not sure of the brand. it's thirty years
since I've been intimate with tennis balls
but they are tennis balls and they feel good,
although the dream says they are prayers
our father hail mary glory be;
a silver white shape a hybrid of the infinity
sign, the a.b.c. logo, the double helix, a large
twisted pretzel, a ufo, appears
above me, small hard red apples
like beads from a rosary start falling
on my head and they don't hurt at all;
I sit on the grass flipping through
articles on tv talk show confessionals
and marshmallow bombs in a magazine
called 'the 21st century', from new york:
the sky turns black right down to
the ground, a virtual reality kit
named lethe appears at my feet
- if the glove fits I'll wear it
joanne
burns's
seventh book of poems, penelope's knees, appeared from the
University of Queensland Press in 1996 (ISBN 0 7022 2780 3). A previous book, on
a clear day, is available from ETT Imprint, PO Box 157, Kings Cross NSW
2011, Australia. joanne burns lives in Sydney, Australia.
Fuente: http://www.jacket.zip.com.au/jacket01/burnspoem.html
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