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Timothy Kiely

Updated: Sep 12, 2019

Tim Kiely is a criminal barrister and poet living in London. His work has appeared in: 'South Bank Poetry'; 'Lunar Poetry'; 'The Morning Star'; 'Spontaneous Poetics'; and 'Ink, Sweat & Tears', as well as the Emma Press anthology 'Everything That Can Happen'. He is a member of the 'Poetry Versus' collective.




Sutures


i. Simple Interrupted


oh my young unspeakable hope


my flowers and their finger-tips’


exquisite piercing brisk pull


every sense’s. mundane meeting


found line. through all forgetting


vital finally to this


unknowing the crossing over point


from stitch to birdsong birdsong to stitch



ii. Figure-of-Eight


oh my young my flowers and


their finger-tips’. unspeakable hope


exquisite piercing every sense’s


mundane meeting brisk pull


found line vital finally


to this through all forgetting


unknowing the crossing from stitch to birdsong


birdsong to stitch over point


iii. Circular


oh my young their finger-tips’


unspeakable hope my flowers and


exquisite piercing mundane meeting


brisk pull every sense’s


found line to this


through all forgetting vital finally


unknowing the crossing birdsong to stitch


over the point from stitch to birdsong


iv. Herringbone


oh my young my flowers and


exquisite piercing unspeakable hope


their finger-tips’ every sense’s


found line brisk pull


mundane meeting vital finally


to this through all forgetting


birdsong to stitch over point


from stitch to birdsong unknowing the crossing


v. Vortex


oh my young my flowers and


exquisite piercing every sense’s


found line vital finally


unknowing the crossing from stitch to birdsong


birdsong to stitch over point


to this through all forgetting


mundane meeting brisk pull


their finger tips’ unspeakable hope




Towards Sex as a Theory of Everything

overheard on a journey home from work


as aftermath;

‪as nothing special;

‪as a lifetime;

as the light from inside;


‪as a wilful misreading of history;

‪as the most un-piano piano-playing;

‪as designer toys;

‪as discarded string;

‪as a long escalator taken at a run;


as void;

‪as beige wallpaper;


‪as explosion;

as metal;

as death machine;

‪as bodies drawn up to the ceiling;

‪as scarecrow arms;


as candy floss;

‪as a rhythm section by the citizens of Paris;

‪as Sunday’s ache;

‪as this very gospel number;

‪as the spirit shakes;


as salt

as clementines

‪as corn bread and black molasses


‪as laughter;

‪as a mouthful of oil;

‪as rattle;

‪as blur;

‪as the untold joy of being tired and overworked and whole;


‪as brown sunset;

‪as scratched windows;

‪as endless processing telegraph poles;


‪as litter;

‪as a tilt of the head;

‪as open mouth;

‪as closed eyes;


‪as slippery hair;

‪as bitten lips;

‪as headache;

as harmony


as a traffic jam seen from a great distance;


‪as an oversized green bib overall;

‪as poncho flapping in hard rain;

‪as an unexpectedly handsome face afloat in a long black overcoat;


‪as rocking your cloud;

‪as threatening to burst;

as an untrained swaying;


as an Australian halo;

as unremembered;