FLIP CHART

FLIP CHART

I saw you  through the window.

Emphasising. Highlighting bullets

to fire back at elsewhere desks.

Out here the sun is setting.

Rooks gather in the high branches.

Making plans.

Tony Noon

LOCATION

Location

I want this crisp.

A clear evocation of cars

black enough to defy light

and the waxless amalgamation

of snow and gravel

under virgin tyres.

I want to show you two men.

Outlines sharply tailored

against the thin air ;

cold breath embracing

in the space between them.

Perhaps they are trading secrets,

dividing territory ,ending wars ;

perhaps they just want to know

why they are here on this page ,

in your mind in the middle of this

martini clean sweat free winter.

Tony Noon