Synergism

Find the forging heat
of the body-the sweat shop-
all hands; stitching machines
in a dung heap, examining seams
of imagination.

There is no waiting list
for inspiration;
to get in just get the gist
and get yourself started
as a synergist.

If We’re All Shoe Gazers

If we’re all shoe gazers,
gazing at a puzzle on the hoof
in our homes, in our mazes

-if we’re all shoe gazers
identity polishers, noses in its grain
untying knots, snags of social status.

If we’re all shoe gazers
carriers of charged balls of string
interlinked in shackles of laces

-if we’re all shoe gazers
maybe we’ll unspool to the same point
to a barefoot future; blank faces.

You might need some balm; me?
where there is roughness,
let me anoint you,
where you’re worn, wear me;

I’m a carrier. I am a coat.
I’ll be oil, I’ll be putty
in your hands for dry patches,
cracked lips, anywhere you want me..

get me in batches,
unfold my balmy arms from tin foil,
hard as blocks of butter,
to scoop up your stale body.

None bar me can infuse you
with the essentials it seems
so I’ll daub, you just absorb
and keep balm
and carry on.