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Into the Looking Glass - Two Sonnets

Updated on July 6, 2013
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Kevin was born in Stevenage New Town, UK in the summer of 1959, and graduated from Gonville & Caius College, Cambridge in 1980.

The Patio Through Binoculars

A gang of biker slugs have settled round

a campfire of old bread, to chew the fat

and eat the carbohydrate that they've found.

Across the barren plane, three metres that,

in gastropod calligraphy, might just

spell death, two elephantine seals rear up

to taste the air with ink-eyed spots of lust.

One turns its upright torso round to sup

the sound washed up upon its sensate shore,

but ignorant of washing-up, ignores

the flying saucers and returns once more

to map its progress on the sandstone floor.

Refocus, and the corrugated pair

asweat in rubber suits reform; denote

a shift from treble clef to bass, then dare

to synchronise an exclamation, quote

unquote. Their testament is really in

the leaves they've scored; their will, upon their skin.

Window Pane Reflection

In youth, inverse voyeur, I watched the world;

aperture, akimbo legs, a hurdy-

gurdy head my camera obscura.

Pinned back black holes for eyes, the world when flipped

turned out inside, left right. What right word left

for liquid, light-bent quiddity? Observe,

two views I'd spied and both deserved

their parity; so crab wise I alike

would walk beneath the firmament of earth

and down the corridors of tilted trees

hung perpendicular to taunt the sky.

Now, in a narrow window's casement eye,

transported to that transposed plane, my feet

now head for their antipodes so meet.

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