Odd puzzles about sexual practice

Going nowhere

                Some kinds of question bob up promptly
          like, Is there a name for the inside elbow?
             Who in fact was Bumpy Ingram?
           Could there be parallel universes
               and what does the question mean at all?
        Are a dog's dreams really vivid?

                    With a hey-diddle-diddle
                a nonny, nonny no.

          Some kinds of issue offer themselves
            like particles becoming waves,
          where your elbows go in bed,
            acceleration into a curve,
              how to draw hands and especially feet,
          or who was up there before God.
            With a hey-diddle-diddle
                a nonny, nonny no.

          Sometimes I sprawl and ask myself
               why we're on this particular planet,
            whether wars have any causes,
           why hair fades to grey, then white,
             odd puzzles about sexual practice,
              and why the blue sea's abob with fish.
                    Hey diddle-diddle then,
                     a nonny, nonny no.

The sharpener
        Soft cedar turns against the blade
      coming away in aromatic flakes.

The red of a Staedtler stains each edge
of these rising, falling petals

and instrumental black emerges
  ready to limn a comic face

      or mark a pine plank
    for the careful carpenter's cut,

        implication drawing to
  the very point.

A tiny screw ensures how
        the steel edge can snuggle down

into its yellow plastic bed.
    There. Stop now. The pencil's done.  
Chris Wallace-CrabbeChris Wallace-Crabbe is a Melbourne poet, and the editor of Vincent Buckley: Collected Poems.

Topic tags: new australian poems



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Yes, the inside of the elbow has a name. It is called the cubital fossa.
Michael Grounds | 24 November 2009

Curiously, also found about the inner elbow but not in the cubital fossa is the ulnar nerve. This nerve is the 'funny bone' that, when hit or bumped, reacts in the manner described in line one of the first poem. The elbows assume more settled, philosophical positions in the later verses.
Desiderius Erasmus | 24 November 2009

Just a ... whaddaya ... How did ... That's my name!

So what is the word for the inside of the knee?
Cubital Fossa | 24 November 2009


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