By Caleb Klaces, UK/USA (Published in Issue 10)
Daffodils painted below real daffodils
on the pavement. Making more ample
the underscene of light,
splashy and anti-violence.
We are everywhere these days.
In Tube stations bathed in classical music.
Sleeping people who go round and round the line
gathering discomfort. Around them, I hear
what I remember of songs from what peers
above the noise—ventilation tubes and wires
hanging out of patchy cladding
for real. Around me, them;
car insurance; inexpensive weekend breaks;
a space that is not
or invaded. We won't sit on one another. We won't
sing out loud unless we are the beggar.
Kazimierz Podsadecki – City, Mill of Life, 1929
Caleb Klaces is from Birmingham, UK, and is now based in Austin, Texas. He writes on the arts and ecology, and is editor of the poetry website Likestarlings.