My satellites
As we grow, our changing dreams and memories orbit around us –
we carry with us an invisible universe. Genevieve Scott
Dream-debris
and prayer-dust
at the circumference
a constant scattering
of alternate lives
the wrecked archipelago
of Dante’s inferno
going round and round
a Sputnik
playing ‘Telstar’
and endless Sixties
hits
postcards from Martians
who never made it
a planet turned inside-
out like a Möbius strip
all core and surface
forever
all hopes and fears of all the years
are met in thee
Solaris
full of mirrors reflecting
you reader now as you look
in at the words
of it
Mary had a little lamb
who made thee?
asteroid asteroid
diminutive
an explanation for the
ending of 2001
A Space Odessey
an expanding
radio wave
searching for
alien poetry
throbbing intergalactic
thunder of
Hendrix’s ‘Voodoo’
the obliterated deserted
astro-turfed golf-complex
intended
for offshore traders
a roomful of plastic bags
filled with seawater
Little Sir Echocardiogram
going wooomph wooomph
Hello Hello
green and yellow lightning
showing the blood-flow
a childhood
chip-shop
complete in every detail
down to enormous
salt cellars with grains
of crystal
in clouds around them
a dismantling
Dali exhibition
goddammit even here
esoteric telegrams
open ends of parentheses
to boldly go badly-
split infinitives
the Marie Celeste
spelt backwards
Rag, Tag and Bobtail
a deflated blimp
a piano as onomatopoeia
the spindle or whorl of Er
snowflake obsidian
a lake of snow
an intimation shivering from light-years
ago
haiku without
syllables
asters of risk
haloes of light where people were.
Recurring
recurring