THE ACID OF ACCIDIE
POEMS BY
ANTOINE TARSER
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WAITING
I wait
For my eyes to be the birds
My arms to be the trees
My ears to be the sound of rain
I wait
For talking to stop
From within and without
For ideas to dissolve
To leave just what is
I wait
For hate and love to leave
For concepts to fade
For things to be as they are
SUPERMARKET TROLLEY AND OTHER WORKS
There�s a supermarket trolley in the duck pond
A modern installation
Ripples of parody grabs our attention
A rupture of common sense notions
An artist hurled this structure deep into our murky consciousness
The fleeing ducks, our deep rooted repressions
Coloured with coke cans
We can sense the limping, bleeding animals
Stumbling into forest fires
Rotting like Mattresses in the autumn leaves
With Perceptions undressed
A new insight for the eye
Junk becomes truth
Truth becomes lie
Like the washing machine
Asleep in a lay-by
I AM THE SKY
Looking at the sky filling two holes
Filling my eyes
Like air fills a room
Open the door and there�s no outside
And no inside to hide in
The sky fills my mouth like water
I was an observer
Now I�m just the sky
Throw a bottle in the river
It fills with the river
Then the glass breaks
And there�s only the river
Nothing can contain it
Like the sky, hovering above
There is no separation
No distance between us
No difference between us
I am the sky�
WITH CHILD
Human female skin shimmers white against the rising cliffs
She rolls over �
A long backbone, like a dinosaur�s remains,
Pushes up from the surface of the earth,
Gulls scream and soar across the sun
She reaches behind her,
undoing the strap
Merging with geology
like the birds� eggs
Partially hidden,
poised from treacherous drops
On the horizon, the sky touches the sea
Vulnerable, breakable beneath the stones
She sleeps-
A slumber pulls her through ancient layers
She�ll awake from a dream, as the tide rushes in
New genes awakening within her
WOMEN SAY THAT MEN ARE ANIMALS......
Eyes are molluscs
Two snails sliding�
Tentacles twisting
Urges rising
Hands are spiders
Fingers groping
Spinning webs on
Prey for choking
�
Mouth�s a Jellyfish
Looking to sting
Injecting poisons
Deep within
Blind mole�s digging
Kicking back dirt
On subterranean
Full alert
Cobra spits
Its venom to stun
The animal�s human
And he�s going to run....�
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OLD PHOTOS
Between Christopher Columbus
and Salmon Rushdie
My brother�s daughter
is stroking a long dead cat
We�re eating Christmas dinner
and I can see something
In my own eyes
A look of dread?
These photographs
Are angled like gravestones
Mum is smiling,
standing next to the Christmas tree
Looking out from this folded up, shelved, cobwebbed past.
ACCIDIE RAP