I almost slept with Don Binney

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So said a woman in Nelson at a talk

by Gregory O’Brien, or so he tells us

At his talk at Featherston Booktown





Almost slept, the words fill the air

in the Anzac Hall. All those military

men gazing down in disapproval





There must be millions of us, who

‘almost’ slept with someone and

that doesn’t even include fucking





I recall a US sailor off an Icebreaker

at my flat in Hataitai… we slept

together but we didn’t, you know





I was saving myself at the time

stocking my glory box with Irish

linen and pearl handled cutlery





So, I’m distracted, as Grego describes

two bold birds mating, the print his

parents gave him for his 8th birthday





two birds (God knows what sort of birds)

mating but it took Greg several years

to know this fact… Steve Braunias in





an altogether different session in

the Kiwi Hall tell us you need at least 70

facts in a piece of non-fiction





(I see writers scribbling this gem or

committing it to memory)





Almost slept could well be a fact but

could be easily misunderstood

I’m still thinking about it





The whole idea that this woman and I’ve

no idea how old she was when she said

this, wanted us to know

I almost slept with Don Binney





Greg is eloquent, passionate, he’s a man

to whom the letter P applies, a poet and

a painter, inspired by Binney’s mating birds





But it’s the woman who almost slept with

Binney, who holds us, riveted, her voice

unheard, fills the Anzac Hall


			

8 thoughts on “I almost slept with Don Binney

  1. Saigeisms's avatar saigeisms

    Brilliant poem, an acid rain sort poem, the consideration of a phrase, your penetration of it with care and wit. A poem that shows how some phrases passed on ever so lightly, carry a weight that can’t be ignored.

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