Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
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<strong>Crannóg</strong> <strong>No</strong> 7 winter 2004<br />
Two thousand Year Stare Andrew Oldham<br />
Glass vision: turned over in chocolate soil,<br />
the boy who bought penny sweets is still<br />
running down coffin ginnel, hollering,<br />
with hand in crook of arm, barrelling<br />
through a game of soldiers,<br />
shoulders stuttering between mouthfuls<br />
of warm caramel that trickles down his chin,<br />
pushing forwards and outwards through coffin end<br />
into streets that are seasons.<br />
Spring Street: he lurches, balloons<br />
between the thighs of his daydreams,<br />
tosses wax lips at neighbourhood kids,<br />
jumps down across the potholes into<br />
Summer Street: he runs, wind<br />
in hair without a care of grenades,<br />
his hand moving fast and sharp, sniping<br />
through cracks in the boarded up houses on<br />
Autumn Street: where the eaves are camouflage brown<br />
and all the doors are painted khaki, blasting holes<br />
in the cinder block macadam and net curtains<br />
that twitch like the wings of angels, carry him up<br />
Winter Street. <strong>No</strong>t a house left, just holes<br />
in the ground, a crossword puzzle of<br />
two ups and two downs.<br />
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