Digital Poetics 3.2 3 Poems by Christopher Kirubi/Dove
Collage by Christopher Kirubi/Dove
to TAKE
jamais plus ! SEMBÈNE sees what pays le pays how to say paid to the
tune of the (BLANK) property management company (in these my (BLANK) hours)
petty cash and petit lease tout lisse loose dust lost “ça ! c’est pays !”
under management of BLANC hands now and at the hour of their petty theft their
petty death at the hand of their petits morts nos petits mots (jamais plus !)
the HUSH of these hours no more than a (BLANK) word the white world no more
(than this ( )) beginning and ending with capital hush money paid
hands have the DIRT de tes espoirs (despair) repetez-vous (no more !)
no more…
in the middle of UHURU the mud of reign in the midst of the mire the militant
milieu the monetary fund the mondiale (tout-monde(too much(too many)))
too little few fell dry dirt returns as tax an axe (fill in the
( ) of the annexe international)(the white knack of the building)(the
BLANC of the i ) FEW pupil or less BLANK eyeing the moins of the money
this means (there is (no more !) they say) comment dit-on NEVER again (?)
this dust ((disgust) that razed (the sun) without rising) it is to IMMURE to be
nation nascent immaturity the MATTER of these walls their sphere
SPHÉRIQUE (to be (BLANK) attached to air) SELF means to SEE in obscurity
to see LE/LA VOILE NOIR(E) le vol across the dark (c) O SEA / OCEAN
(O STRONG is the FORT !)
intime
smudged & grounded
shadows of clouds
or is it the ground that is
smudged into lands
mapping passions
or passage infinite
-simal unfinished in
-undated time
where there is love
there is also distance in
-timate times love times
also this dust which is
time across & through
& at the same time
aligning the eye to the
level of the horizon
which has no equal
separated now from what
we can never be (gulls
chase what i cannot see)
not cut but simply stated
stayed bounded
crossed etched as what is
intractable or subtracted
always there as duration
dreaming (waiting)
for the sun to change
everything
esther (ithaca / cascade)
your quiet voice acquired noise a choir
not a container complex quilt
face recede
slate fall cliff off on the path
back to yours the echinaceas are fading
a fray in the heat the raspberries barely
a blush what fills
this life this blood life fills life feels
lifefull
white waterbreath wasp & wan
ebb & hover webspread
dark space made rock
hangs hot hanging out
its long white neck enjoys its wingsip darting
dripping in joys
& in falling noise
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Christopher Kirubi/Dove is a London based artist and poet.
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