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Adam Elgar
Adam Elgar has poems forthcoming in nthposition.
The Moon considers its planet
Its lurid spin dements us both. Possessed
by time, tugging my solitude with angry tides,
it spits out sleek, unnatural-angled things
that jeer and lie about my infinite monotonies.
Why must I be exposed to this? I flaunt
my other side to those indifferent points
of light. At least they make no comment.
My neighbour wasn't always there.
It may drift off. I'll wait and see.
Afterwards
1
It's not the way you think:
Yes we told lies in paradise, consensual,
because the colours were so bright, scents so acute.
They sluiced our nerves and pores
until we blended Is and Not.
But now that we are carved for sacrifice
in homage to brute fact, I'm less inclined
to linger. Let it come.
2
We once cohabited in citrus
beatific light like angels on a pin.
But life is linear after all.
Accept regret like weather.
3
I remember, just as we left the garden,
you plucked a fragrant leaf and ground its juice
against my skin.
This was a token gesture.
It means I won't forget the way things were
when we were innocent of world.
4
We move unsteadily across the fading lawns
bearing the leaf’s aroma like a garland.
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