Dolly Zoom
we start the weekend dancing
to Charles Mingus, until our joints
become ridiculous, fully realising desire
we are up so late together
it’s The Shipping Forecast, ‘God
Save The Queen’ then the dawn chorus
becomes our natural sedative
I am upside down watching your eyes watch mine
back in the mirror having a cut-throat shave
and in this middle distance and that
remoter foreground; all these close-ups
with their interlacing architecture of pores
will all be lost soon, for
when we look near or far, we will vanish completely
© Joseph Eastell
Interior
Any moment in life could be directed
like a Chanel advert… if you want it enough,
but how much do you want perfection?
if not, could you settle for a life from John Lewis
and go unsuspected in Waitrose, to be able to say
I love you in seven different kitchen appliances
or could you settle for a normality of pine
lit by a standard lamp, Magnarpilken, £18, bought
on a listless Sunday when IKEA seemed the better church
or could you choose that place in ourselves
where a desire forms for all things to disappear
see how even the smallest of coffee granules, one day
could make the fibres of a feather of a bird that sings.
© Joseph Eastell