I want to take one of those
Mr. Clean magic erasers and
smudge out the existence of
that which has caused this
dull heart grief.
For that soul is nothing more
than a stain upon the floor of
life, a black streak left there
by some unsuspecting fool
who has scuffed the tiles while
walking by.
Oh to smudge out those pesky
fingerprints that have been left
upon my soul! Now that would
be a good use for a Mr. Clean
magic eraser.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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