‘Through Humpolec’ and Other Poems

Through Humpolec
 
after Ivan Martin Jirous

Divorced from Vera, Zorka dead
I went with Jana to Znojmo
in her old car. Jokingly she said
we’re done if the brakes go

I’ve written nothing this last year
What if I died without a poem
about the land I loved round here,
my first and only home



Apricots

These are what the year perfects,
ripening briefly, to a fault –
a honeyed tang much like the salt
and streaming sweetness of your sex.



St Mark’s Fly
 
Rising temperature
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