2 September 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 3

Lively Dub Yourself

by CHRISTINE HUME

pigeons startling out

gutted light nor dark

rubble and litter chimes

in the gut

an instance of

infinite idling

elsewhere a chair

you are bigger

than your head

can hold

to ward off that cough

inhale the burnt

through a raging hole in the wall

a hole is nothing      a blind

force renovating

the view stuttering with dyslexias

views embedded with cement echoes

black chair      conjectural room

you know the voice, don't you

up through the drain

of a deep double sink

ignore it and it

will have you

in self-made hearings

an ear is a gutter

for getting comfortable