Viidikas, Vicki

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 86 Asian Journal of Literature, Culture and Society Some Poems by Vicki Viidikas         Future  It doesn’t really matter if I met him in a bar, picked him up or was picked up; in the morning he pushed me out of bed saying, ‘You must go, my wife’s due back.’ And catching the 7.43 am bus I thought, it doesn’t really matter, what did I expect? These are my fingers spread out to touch, the palms turned down, the kisses like nets; these are the lines, when I was a girl the fortune teller said, ‘You will travel.’  87 Some Poems  by Vicki Viidikas  The Letter  On these days what pleasure, some dome of sand and wind, a thousand stars and  the breath of your word  How to describe these things?  Two leaves on a string their skeletons bare, so I write of this love who shares my heart, has sailed into my room and now fills the mirror  No description just invocation  The flesh of the word, the tongue of his love I won’t try to speak of these, you’ll feel then and understand they transport and are in this world.     88 Asian Journal of Literature, Culture and Society Fig                   It was all the time you were going leaving bare seeds along the ground  You were fig so much texture        something rich to put the mind around  Burst fig       not wanting to be open at the core                         Yet where you’ve gone there is no room for exposure or abandon                         That place is frozen sun frost apples that hurt the mouth You have gone into ice returned to a brittle land still steeped in the sea       And all the time you were quietly spilling bare seeds that will not grow      89 Some Poems  by Vicki Viidikas  Loaded Hearts   Oh boy Ken the smiling mountain is playing his guitar The beautiful trembling Irene is taking another pill A lid is being prised for the thief’s delicious grasp The fridge is full of dope and he’s trying to live a quiet life Tigers are eating through walls and Hendrix is playing fromhell These words are loaded hearts Dennis is rolling a joint Jenny’s a Buddha Harlow Dave’s in the yard singing jail was never like this  Oh boy to the phallic tee-shirt O sigh to the Baba bread knife Oh gee to the landlord’s prayer  Where are you PJ Proby now that our minds have split? Hello Cacao Alexander Goodbye to surf music Our fingers are snarling in chaos Oh take it easy baby the lords have too many kingdoms They’re playing darts with hypodermics The fools are recording pain We’re making weapons from our dreams        90 Asian Journal of Literature, Culture and Society O woman of the moon   she is full with yearning for the double eye, night of fire, the bursting of the blossom  in a lake of ether, gloriously round     she is the harlot messenger  so powerful her gaze to rearrange tides, twist the dolphins through the haze of their slippery grey directions  reflection slips back from the eye of the sea, mirroring her sail through the lake of emptiness     her face without a dream her face which is the dream  giving off her message, satin smooth      before dawn      

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