Wednesday, January 06, 2021

New Poetry by Stu Hatton










friday night sutra
 
Once the first-drink glow
subsides, you feel a slight pain
in your career.

                           If you seek not ‘small-talk’
but its opposite (whatever that may be),
where, & with whom, might you begin?
Do you find speaking becomes somewhat
possible?

                 And then to seek what: closure?
opening? or the petalled eye
of oblivion?

                     Are you yet another who sings
a love of borders, who’d suffer
any old flustered tale?

                                         Or if pressed
to name names, will you point the finger
at all the other pointing fingers, each aimed
at a different mugshot of the moon?

                                                                   As you stumble again
on the dim set of Night of the Introvert,
beware the low-hanging wisdom:
‘it is only a thought
that will trouble’.


- © Stu Hatton 2021


Stu Hatton lives and writes on unceded Dja Dja Wurrung country in Campbells Creek, Victoria. Recently his work has appeared in Burrow, Otoliths and Verity La. He is currently preparing his third poetry collection, entitled In the Not-too-distant Present.

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