Centres: a line about selling poetry

The beautiful pied angels

Magpie

Sung me in Richmond

Their soul

Guess what I did?

I took credit

Said it was for me

Love’s warble

The black white

Jesting

Otherworld trickster

Serenading

Thieving her song

I thought

I’d never do that to

Beauty

In that moment

All I

Thought about

Was you

Otherworld in this world

And me

And you in that, ‘tween

The two

In song where

Beauty

Is love, spiritual

In form

In our realm where

Beauty

Is a fountain, greedily

Drunk from

I wanted to

Impress

You, my beauty – to

Possess you

To possess beauty

On my tongue

I stole from a magpie

Poetic form

My verse became

Magpie

Black white, spiritual

Growth

Romantic in spirit

Out

Your beautiful

Pied self

I said I’d never possess

Beauty

But I think I’ve never

Loved before

All reflects in dependence

Of each other

Over beauty, plastic

Into form melts

Worldly, I want to

Sell out

And sell you everything:

Possession

Love’s worlds meeting

Together, due

Credit a magpie in Richmond,

Your love poem