Poem #1

I know where to find the beauty
but I am frightened
For a crevice could soon gape
and gravity will mistake you for matter
I know where to find the beauty but I fear
being warped, wild,
west of my duty
It has grown so tall
Not long now
but I don’t know how to water
I am lucky for my life is framed
and I know where to find the beauty
but I don’t know
Jolly good frame too
how to ache or how to water
Blessed like cotton
Blessed like sugar
Broken by mere chance
I think I know, for fuck’s sake
Blessed like my country
Bruised by the salty air
Shamefully humoured by insects
and people sitting in chairs
I am now evidence at the bottom of a hole
They say I will grow like fruit
My audience, that is
Their sterilising applause surfing on the stupid wind
It is a lonely road to beauty