Tuesday Poem - Autumn by Gig Ryan

Autumn

You go to bed a failure and rise a saint

The casino's trays of lights wobble in the river

Unpack the origami news in prison flats

and books advertised like cars

TV tracks the angst-ridden comedian's path

I forget who I am, and drive

or hover at a desk, a blank mosaic

while their shocks comfort and defer

She retires to her studio

with her devices and rueful catharsis

Dust words blow away

The time you waste

murky and naïve, the plinking church organ

and sweet liturgy pouring on the air

A beautiful object covers his book

Concrete rain falls down

© Gig Ryan

Gig Ryan kindly allowed me to post this poem from her recent book published by Giramondo Press – New And Selected Poems. It was originally in Pure And Applied which won the Victorian Premier's prize For Poetry in 1999.

http://www.giramondopublishing.com/new-and-selected

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