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Alan Halsey


The Frankenstein Franchise


for LM


Sometimes it helps to rename whoever
it is always writes my poems because
subjects rarely change in the long run.
Let’s eat dinner with thieves and thoughts

assistant assassins unsavoury as sugar.
Why believe there is someone who
believes he can trace every reference?
His broken noise is her envoy’s voice

and envy is its name: definition defaults
when locution confuses and confutes
itself with location. If we’d heard the shanty
the cameras sang when they landed

on Titan we wouldn’t need a changing room
to disappear in. To rename is only
sometimes to recall: description
gives nobody such fun as decryption

because as Philodemus said
words are poetry’s mother. The perspective
funders brought Rousseau and tea,
preraphaelite despair, scenes which should

be senses but longevity or gravity
threw in disrepair. Let’s you and I scribble
in the crucible where losers are lizards
all devilled with their endless questions.













if its monu

mental monsters

appear to disappear.

Script so light

unlike print in the hand.

‘It’s a shame

but it’s life’

won’t do:

embedded’s

no more remembered

than miserable’s disabled

or misled.

If metaphor

turns on its tap

subtlety subdued pays the price.

Containers

are but tokens or transmuted modules

stacked by the road to any airport.

Who doesn’t sometimes

need an hour when there’s no

evading Swinburne?

Nigh as treads as night reads

death’s

doddle of a dance:

an empiricist’s

forecast

is not worth

the weather it imagines.

Government by cabaret or

sentence paralysis?

A garden

although somebody’s empire

is also expected to be honest.

Copyright © Alan Halsey, 2005

A Looking-Glass for Logoclasts When Broken