Tim Keane – 2 poems



probably the thins

it’s with the isn’t

            a gun
            and fun

a when which amounts to, mostly, rock

go rough that rock
into a roll, a bulk 

till you’re slowly featureless
composed not of liquid or helium

just a fun water gambling baby
almost methane, without a core



mountebanks bow, convectively
colored Latinate, and so cheaply

like the severe band taking back long-lived rhythms
and inn-signs, backcloths & associated operas

and then descend, a liturgy of variable thunder
derecho, unfashionable refrains, pornographic windstorm


Tim Keane’s recent poems can be found in the current issues of Evergreen Review, Otoliths, and Streetcake.




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gobbet is a literary magazine dedicated to publishing the very best experimental poetry and prose. Intellectual perversity and explorations of dark themes are positively encouraged. We are only interested in work that is progressively experimental. We want to see risks, and we want to see them pay. No previously published work. Prose should not be longer than 1000 words. There are always exceptions. Send 3-5 poems. Include a short bio. Send submissions to gobbetmag@hotmail.co.uk Work will be published every 5-10 days. We also intend to publish anthologies of selected work published in gobbet. We will do our best to reply promptly. Most submissions will receive a decision within a month.
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