i
thees wite skirtes / & orang
sweters / i wont / inn the feedynge marte /
wile mye vegetable partes bloome /
inn the commen waye / a grackel
inn the guarden rooste / the tall
wymon wasching handes /
or eyeing turnups
/ the sadened powres wee rub / so economicalie /
inn 1 virsion off thynges /
alarum is mye nayme
/ unkempt & handeld
i am hors /
i am sadeld / i am a brokn hors
ii
the bit provydes
its hors / the rocke
provyded a boye
blessynge gode / i wantd 1
secrete but fore the rod
inn this / mye longish throte / i kno
no new waye / 2 speech
this / the powre off lyons
iii
tonite i wuld luv to rite the mothe inn the guarden / 2 greev it
/ & as a mater off forme / did u kno not a monthe
goes bye / a tran i kno doesnt dye / just shye off 27 / its
such a plesure to b alive / inn this trembled soot / u
lent / shock is a struktured responce / a whord lost inn
the mouthe off keepers / & u thum at the mothe / a dozen
bes / i tetherred thees nites / i gathred so manie treees
Originally published in Poetry (November 2016). Copyright © 2021 by Jos Charles. Used with the permission of the poet.