Macro-Poetry Part 3

Part 3 of my collaborative project Macro-Poetry with Matthew Haigh.

worker bee

on this our eve of marriage I vow
to whittle our home’s honeycomb to caverns
we’ll wet-winged skitter through ferrying glazed

hunks of nothing to watch waste deep fry play
‘till it comes to this hearts freezer crusted
livers locked in the breadbin our lungs in the toaster

two perfect styrofoam bodies caught
on the pin’s glister
about which our kitchen’s white world pivots

Words by Matthew Haigh: http://matthewhaighpoetry.wordpress.com/

Photos by Caleb Sivyer

Macro-Poetry Part 2

Here is the second part of my collaborative project with Matthew Haigh: Macro-Poetry.
More to follow.

Ear

Sorry, you were saying? My eyes were spilling
around your ear. How it is petalled
and useless, your nautilus ear.

Overcome by the need to chew like gum
the cherry pie and ice cream crust
of hard-soft, hard-soft, I notice nothing but

that delicate pastry cooling on your skull’s sweet ledge.
Might I pinch the coldest ridge between
my middle finger joints while you bow

your man-child’s head; might I scrunch it, crush it
out of this world not good enough for it.

Grapefruit

A cleaved grapefruit church glass-coloured to us, yes;
but to an ant the pale segments, runelled

with glue ropes, interlock to form a vast
pink tundra, onto whose citric expanse

the ant will clamber, sink his body’s glass
in pithy juice and drink, antennae-deep

in rolling fizz. The buck and thrust his spindle
hips give out is sherbet giddiness

when sucked too greedily, the taste heady;
sucked from fingers till it stings the balmed lips –

the ant left delirious and dizzy
in this, his crystal, edible landscape.

Words by Matthew Haigh: http://matthewhaighpoetry.wordpress.com/

Photos by Caleb Sivyer