Poem in Cottage Reader: Adjustment
Do a running stitch on the wound
Where the old photograph was oozing out
Make sure you adjust the volume
Coming from that pendant in the jewellery box
Hide familiar words on high tension wires
With spaghetti, tomato sauce and cheese
While you cut the tears out of your hair
Fix the fireflies on your black chemise
Eat the gaps between your fingers
Remember to water the flowers kept in books
Submerge your eyes in the stop bath daily
Fix the rewinding with a Plaster of Paris mouth
Dip the tip of your pen in freshly made brine
And strap your stomach to the brain
When you walk, throw bread crumbs for a trail
You never know when you want to be sought out
Make a papier-mâché mask
By beating pieces of poems to a pulp
Adjust its tones to suit your changing premise
From colour, to sepia, to black and white
Then take a compass and trace your phobias
When you reach a hand littered with little stick-on
eyes
Enter the television and enact your favourite scene
But, always stay away from static, in the early
hours of morning
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