The Frequency of God

At a trash ‘n’ treasure market,

in an average town,

an old radio

encased in bakelite.

 

Plugged in &

waiting for the valves to warm

I took to the dial with a frothing sense of urgency,

twisting past horse races & rock & roll,

past right wing commentary,

           searching for the frequency of God,

long lost in digital audio,

           sure to be found

in the silver soldered

magic of a romanticised time.

 

           & there

at the end

of the amplitude modulated band,

.                        megahertz away from any generic noise,

.            a perfect silence.

 


Published in Windmills, Fifth Edition, November 2010

Published in Best Australian Poems 2011

Published in Notes for Translators 2012, December 2012

Published on robbiecoburn.com

Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books, December 2017

Re:moving

I’m shifting the furniture of my mind,

breaking the bed that offers no respite,

getting rid of the mouldy couch the god sleeps on,

I’m throwing the tellie that’s stuck on reruns.

 

&  tonight, when the neighbours are within themselves,

I’ll set fire to all the dusty bookshelves.

 

Soon I’ll be left with just

white walls & bleached tiles.

            Like a vacant womb, a tabula rasa.

 


First published as Removal in Windmills, Issue 8, November 2011