escher poetry — [ζ] :: 2

contact broken by autumn light
i seek in strange old hills
once familiar barking fur

i found matted coats
then black now white & purple
parties   wakes
beer for a century

where i thought i’d find the oldies
covered by fresh young new
cleansing wasps
decimating those damned damned midges

trawling through the old tall land
where all are fish
and all are drunk
i’m an eel in memory soup