Tuesday, October 6, 2009: Mark Fisher at Drawger--Steel Life in Mummytown

Did you learn to float,

to trust the cool water to hold you


Did you think of ice cubes

displacing only their weight

and even in melting to maintain

the water's surface, to remain level


Did you need arms beneath you

stiff as the runners on the bottom of a sled

while you closed your eyes

against the heat of the sun

and the give of the water's slack surface

Tuesday, September 29, 2009: Mark Fisher at Drawger--Ennui in Mummy Town

Boredom

The gray lull that yawns in afternoons.

The dull discomfort trickles along your scalp,
the nape of your neck,
settling around your shoulders.

A weightless yoke.

A verb problem--what to do,
this game of next, next, next suddenly
made visible, barely materialized,
a cobweb reaching one tentacle from a corner

and almost as quickly receding,
crab into dark, dark shell.