This poem is taken from Stand 226, 18(2) June - August 2020.
Three Poems
After David Hockney’s The Seven Stone Weakling
The act of looking is weirdly exposing and the small
straight lines above your head say that you think so too
because you’re looking at those joggers with their ‘jogger bums’
which are heading into a smooth white wall
...
The act of looking is weirdly exposing and the small
straight lines above your head say that you think so too
because you’re looking at those joggers with their ‘jogger bums’
which are heading into a smooth white wall
...
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