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Monday, March 18, 2013

Pantoum by Andy Jackson


Hold for now


a disorder of connective tissue sewn into who I am
a gift of frailty in a world of continuous improvement
            what looks like a pattern is composed of chaos
the universe an infinite reflecting web

a gift of frailty in a world of continuous improvement
            I didn't think of having children until I met you
the universe an infinite reflecting web
no self exists, but who said that?

            I didn't think of having children until I met you
genetic screening is not an anagram for suicide
no self exists, but who said that?
            try to put my finger on it and it disappears

genetic screening is not an anagram for suicide
you can be so lonely you don't want to be touched
            try to put my finger on it and it disappears
things fall apart or hold for now

you can be so lonely you don't want to be touched           
            what looks like a pattern is composed of chaos
things fall apart or hold for now
a disorder of connective tissue sewn into who I am

 
- Andy Jackson
 
Andy Jackson's Among the Regulars (papertiger media 2010) was shortlisted for the Kenneth Slessor Prize. His poems have recently appeared in Meanjin, Cordite, Wordgathering and the Medical Journal of Australia. He is currently writing poems about medical tourism, and portraits of people with Marfan Syndrome. He blogs at amongtheregulars.wordpress.com


1 comment:

Julie said...

wonderful poem - thanks for posting!