Age Rating: 10 +
Figure Finnegan with an apostrophe.
Find it, finger it, form it into balls;
Pinch it, flick it, force its flitting form
Down your longing throat; feel it sink
Its pointed phantom edge; find it stuck,
Tucking its tipping, tapping tippity tap.
Puncture the page, you stubborn chap!
Littered, the letter, the tanka tunk Tunc
Flinging daemons from the spit-stitched scrap.
Joyce never forgets; it's in the facts:
The spaces and sinews of the word;
From dust of dusk to early dawn;
On paper, print, inky night and stingy
Morn... It's all there (or here),
Awake in the wake of reading grace,
At the edge of the page-- the dozing edge.
Joyce never forgets.
Find your god, shallow and deep.