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in
Fire; A Box of Professional Secrets,
Flarestack, 1995/2005) ISBN 1-900397-00-5;
Beyond Bedlam , Anvil, 1997, ISBN
0-85646-296-9;
The Feather-List
Extracts, Five Seasons
Press, 2005, ISBN 0-947960-37-6
We call this
the day room
Have you
ever been here? A full
empty day high
as a room,
grey, bland - a
whole tall
square of air to
inhale
before another
bed-time.
Can you see our
view?
Look at the
little willow and the black
trees like
hands, severe, cut back.
See the paint
peel
on the pale
disregarded gazebo.
Do you like
jigsaws? This one's
all there,
according to Gilbert. He's normally
an accountant,
but I have my suspicions
about the big
hole in the sky.
Still, it beats
watching TV all day.
(Odd, how each
day just one day's worth of news
happens)
The empty sky is
grey, and the lawns:
sometimes people
stroll there, walk
their dogs
through the courtyard, or talk.
It's hard to
keep making them all perform.
Did you see the
corridor?
I don't much
care for the decor:
mosaic mares can
stare up from the floor
by the hatch
where we wait for our medication.
In the wallpaper
I see Buddhas or toads seeking satori.
Charles
Johnson
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