Anthony Hitchin

Cactus
 

Forget Eden. It never existed and yearning for it only pollutes the present -
I have learnt this, I promise
You will not find it in the literary life, curio relics,
 
this poem is only here that you should miss the spines of
the cactus.

Dinner Guest
 

Merely average, another baby performing cribbed thesis,
jaws grabbing the ball on cue -
surprise! surprise! incredulous joy especially for you, all for
you
wrinkled crepe paper skin, I could put my finger in,
though I already know every inch of you,
splashed polite chit-chat-chitter-chatter-chitter-chatter tittle-tattle-tittle tattle
a gentlemen’s club, a spinsters knitting circle
school prefects, head-boys with wetted knuckles - what miniature masterpieces!
masticating swollen lifeless
objects.
 

Anthony Hitchin © 2009