VidaKashizadeh

October 4, 2006

In Canonbury

Filed under: blog, travelogue, poetry — Vida @ 5:06 pm
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l l Π . . . . .
Canon bury
Canon bury
Ca non bury
Ki ka be be be be
Can non bury
House wine
a fig tree
vine c limbing
strawberry plant straw tables
Philippine
in
Cannon bury
glass stones along the
Rhododendrons
pink
alkaline soil
grey cotton wool c louds
A face at the opposite table
which wants to be seen
small bamboo shoots in a pot
linden tree
the heart shaped leaves
make me think of my heart
lonely heart
lonely hearts
pictured on the web.
1000 men over 45
managed to look at 500
waiting for fish
in a sheltered garden
in Canonbury
next to rails and
surrounded by green
still no sound of a train
oh yes
the line is under construction
- - -
still waiting for the fish
the face opposite
on the mobile phone
I already know
he is off going abroad tomorrow
the wind and the heart leaves
c lattering to the music
and Maygoon on my mind
the fish arrives
dead of course
with rice
. . . . . . . . . .
the fig tree doesn’t care
if it is next door
it shows off
its never ripening
figs
anyway
and I saw the ghooreh
-the unripe grapes-
once I tasted the fish
delicious.
If I win the lottery
this place will be a regular
c limb down
to taste the taste.
The taftoon naan face
opposite
is so kind
that it amazes me
is it really that kind
or is it me getting more sensitive
to how kindness looks.
What anything looks.
Today I saw a tableau
at the bus stop
and I had a whole story.
Is this the ageing’s advantage?
or the face opposite
knows how to demo
“look how kind I am, trust me”
and although Amelie
was killed by someone
that someone cannot be
sitting in Kika
- surrounded by green
and a little palm tree
and the stunning pine -
opposite me
pretending to be kind.
And the electronic music
with real percussion sound
scratching my spine
silent rails
and two additional faces
drinking cocktails in
pale tomato juice colour
and the kind face
checking where I’m
looking
I better be off.

Vida Kashizadeh
26th August 2004

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