How hard can I
take a hit?
How long til
my mind breaks
and I go wrong
and it all blows
away, tumbleweed
driving through
my ghost heart?
When will my
fear pass and
I can give it
all,
The past
eaten and swallowed
angry pigeons
that perch in
my head telling me
it was never...
but it is
and I have
to trust
or it will go
and the quiet
of the heart of
the hummingbird song
will silently
disappear
because the mouse has
become too scared to
sing
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,
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