On the Seine
it's raining in the
French Quarter as
we eat delicious
skewers of prawns
& mussels smash our
greasy white plates in
the fireplace later
sit under umbrellas
sipping Veure Clicquot
Yellow Label from plastic
champaigne glasses & in
the dark follow the brightly
lit tourists' boats trying to
forget Gaza where militants
fire make-shift rockets &
where schools & hospitals
at this very minute are being
bombed by the Israeli Air Force
the general election only three
weeks away our bottle dangerously
nearing the end of its usefulness.
_____________________________________
Claire
She was born
on that late Friday evening
without lips
without a nose
her left foot attached
to her knee
six toes on her right foot
her heart & lungs
sweetly pumping
the neon grey noon
collapsing
a slowly understood beauty
the handwriting describing this
barely legible
god's attempts at perfection reconfigured,
her colostomy bag one day attuned
to life's tragic appendage?
George Anderson lives in North Wollongong, Australia. Erbacce-press in July 2008 published a chapbook of his poems 'Dancing
On Thin Ice'. Check out his new blog:
http://georgedanderson.blogspot.com
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