Anything can Come Out
Anything can come out,
even a talking toilet…
but I hesitate to probe
the artistic side of things
in case it tempts the mental illness.
Instead I sit and contemplate
unheard music hidden in the shrubbery
which is an image from Eliot
whom it seems, in 2001,
was decreed a repressed
homosexual in The Sun.
Even the tree outside the window
can come out as it were
when observed through
the aleatory pattern of
purple germs on the window,
down the bottom of an
evolutionary corridor, for
in Infinity the tarantula
and the cathedral are one.
Even the lightbulb above you
can come out, even the
drip in the shower room.
John Tucker
If you have any
thoughts about this poem,
John Tucker would like to hear them.
