Rush

George Murray
From:   The Rush to Here. Nightwood Editions, 2007

Spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch;
if only the body could catch up with the blood.
I'm always chasing this heart's last rapid tick,

drawing near an invisible finish line
over which I can step and stop the clocks,
have a drink and settle down to make some kin.

Nice town and I've never seen it, nice faces
but I can't think of how the names relate.
We win this race of confrontations,

invent promising strategies, learn to tell
better stories: wings lift shoes, a boat rows
in the clouds, the quarrel meets the apple.

Know what I forgot in the rush to here? Blood
isn't just inside me, it is me, my brother.



First published in nthposition, 2004, London, England.

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