#2167 - forget my own name

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forget my own name

 

push a colour back

something beginning with here we are

no harm done

 

dull up in treetops where kings opine

we’ll knock ’em off

 

thousands of years slapstick

a jungle stumble

a slide on the ice

took up knitting too

 

a day consisting of all before

 

most of my time as an animal

 

and I’d feast when the others finished

 

then we got to fire

a story to tell

truths to deliver

 

the birds were with us all along

first thing up

 

come back to the book’s beginning

 

one may be apprised of the facts

I’d rather hear their song  

#2166 - fantastic voyage

 

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fantastic voyage

with ancient feet and countenance

 

looking for you in the hospital

 

for a rumoured inspection I guess

 

the lights all night and the torture beep

 

routine how no one knows

 

reception’s on the 27^th floor

but where’s the lift?

 

along corridor, up slope, down

forget where you were sneaking

doors alarmed one must not pass

 

mostly it’s forbidden

 

they patch the blue from windows

carpet is running away

 

on a drip

and the words grow longer

words team up till there’s no cure

 

it’s triage to eternity

scan today

and there’s your risk

 

police chain you to a bed and watch

 

no one knows the floors between

they keep the virus there

and feed it

limbs lost, my pus, yours

 

it’s been decades but you want to smoke again

 

some have washed their hands away

 

and what are you in for?

 

listen!   that’s the fine print

 

forbidding, as if matron

we all do as we’re told

 

and take this pill – it’s Christmas

 

sirens, a flat line

CLEAR and CLEAR

 

death’s round every corner

park here – you won’t get out

that’s life’s raison d’être

 

bring me my paper and my pen

the arrow wish and needle, fire

 

I dream this all night

(and highly combustible)

 

I haven’t found you yet

 

#2164 - just one sky for all

 

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just one sky for all

for international day of people with disability

 

take the bird with a broken wing

 

breaking through the pain to say

 

someone’s by the window

there’s one who will open the door

 

with or without the claws, the paws

 

there’s always another way to the sky

and someone has to sing for it

 

things need to be said

 

it’s every body takes some care

and will you see the whole?

 

see possibility!

 

not lack but love

 

one sky

and that’s all everyone’s breath

that ever was

 

dark bright to the turn

 

here comes a cloud

and now cloud’s gone

 

some won’t see

still know

 

slow of limb

or with head too fast

now then the wheel’s come off

 

all end up, don’t we?

 

heartful

in other words

and sometimes with no words at all

 

but we still breathe it in

#2164 - all the help we can get

 

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all the help we can get

for godsbother

 

call it a pyramid scheme

a con, placebo

 

some sleight of head

 

the image, the words, the letters missing

 

this little relic once touch

the not rot, preserved in spirit

 

prayer aether borne or worse

 

exquisite corpse of meditation

 

dangle saints from the mirror

 

touch wood

give me the facts

 

the good news and the bad

 

the level field, the curve ball

 

Fortuna too

and the dice to throw

 

sling sun, sling moon

over shoulder

 

that which is kept in the pants

for a promise

 

for the hell of it

just guess

 

there’s wishfulness

we’ll call karma

 

it’s off on our way we are

 

fingers crossed

this kiss for luck

#2163 - the lit world

 

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the lit world

 

season begins

dusty

 

is it as we remember?

 

day like stone set so’s to sign

 

it comes from the east

nearly southernmost now

the bright

the penny blinding

torch line

 

all stretch towards

 

chill reminding us of others yet

 

the bucket, castle, conch of beach

 

there’s birthday bounce and Christmas whiff

 

the idea of go round again

that is the prize to collect

 

the bringing of the shade

and the taking of the dip

 

it’s in the great arc

twig to leaf

 

ant’s toil

and the spider’s traipse

 

in the tall waltz

through the blue

 

great sweep of wings

and a conversation

 

someone is singing all this 

#2162 - everyone is a kind of echo

 

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everyone is a kind of echo

 

hollow to that extent

 

they’ll say ‘her eyes, his nose’

 

all other days are in

our surviving here so far

 

we have the beak, the fins

 

some gratitude for whom for that?

 

everywhere the thusness

even just in thinking so

 

every cloud has a peer in

 

everyone’s very far gone in the mirror

 

who isn’t digging a hole up a tree?

 

make yourself at home

 

everyone’s tucked up under a question

there’s hammock swing there

and the sick puppy risk

 

less being more

though nothing lasts

 

I call all these approximations

 

of course at the last there’s crossing out

 

we stop here just to breathe