Wednesday, 18 March 2026

#2270 -- something is going to kill me

 




2270

7.77

19.iii.26

something is going to kill me

 

who knows

where when how it will

 

nor ever wicked

but death’s true!

it happens like shit does

 

sometimes too polite to mention

this finality and ours

 

like a last certificate

 

time notional in stone

and gets a date

(a year at least)

 

nor roll the dice

collect, go on

 

just one more test

I’ve passed


Tuesday, 17 March 2026

#2269 -- riddle of the idyll

 



2269

7.76

18.iii.26

riddle of the idyll

another concert piece for Glazunov’s ‘Idyll for horns and strings in D maj’

 

I work at a fold in the day

that’s where we’ve gone

 

say grove

say bee loud

dragon flit

 

all the weight of the past

all the future lifts

 

be ripe

and let a breeze here

feather fall and leaf

 

set off on the spot

so then there’s this tune

 

the idyll sticks

for divination

fallen till the ground

 

a dusk

then creekside

 

and even in the undertuck

glow with the light lasting day

 

run rings around myself just now

there’s a loose end tied

 

 

 


Monday, 16 March 2026

#2268 - here for the gone


2268

7.75

17.iii.26

here for the gone

(only ever a draft)

for godsbother

 

grow old? not grow old?

that’s a joke with no butt

 

not here because they followed orders

a flag, they were singing

 

we all are

even the idea of memory wearies

 

we’re the remainder

still under construction

 

then it’s carry one, carry another

notice how they divide?

 

you’d like to think there’s some point to it

there is immortal thinking

 

and whom can we thank?

‘happy funeral’ some may have said

 

but these are your stone cold facts

life ends in tragedy, you know







Sunday, 15 March 2026

#2267 - csókolom



  

2267

7.74

16.iii.26

csókolom

in life as when

 

they will always be with me

a question never asked

 

they’re remembering

in the dream

and answer with their eyes

 

of course

 

I bring the knot

they fix the risk

 

and where we disaffect

 

trick time and truth to be with

the question never asked before

 

I keep a face soft focus

some one word

talisman

 

no speech required

 

such eye to solace

 

I know it can’t be so for some

that’s my luck

 

and some will say

theirs in mine

now they’re gone as well

 

a tune too

for the conjure up

as were a shadow cast

 

it’s my hoof makes the way today

my claws catch up the tree

 

or in a suit that shines

blue as the feral sky

 

time is run by some least grief

we hand it to a clock

it’s gone

 

then letting go but holding

to their little fire

kept for our dark

 

the singing at dawn

so a new day begins

 

they are of light

a clouds weight haul along

 

so I will be with them

 

and answered in their eyes

kept for the dark

 

just so as we may dream














Saturday, 14 March 2026

#2266 -- out of nowhere

 


2266

7.73

15.iii.26

out of nowhere

 

or just where we are

 

the words

 

ancestral always

 

set of dew

and a cloud made midst

 

one travels up a tree

 

all of us prophetic

typically wrong

 

a phrase turns

or the other way round

 

outside in downside up

 

o heavens!

 

a stave and notes set out

of the blue

first flight and then this song 


Friday, 13 March 2026

#2265 -- kookaburra thudfall

 


2265

7.72

14.iii.26

kookaburra thudfall

 

little snake at its least for a meal

whereas

I’m hit with the news

first thing

unmusic

seems clumsy

but we’re on a roll

 

it’s up with the dinosaur bones

they still rule

we dance

a bullet really flies

bombs fall

 

my fan’s a rumble sun

rare earths!

 

there’s an ache to your doze

   pleasant yet

a beakhold on the day then

   that’s breakfast

 

to trick yourself awake

 

have you noticed how

when there’s no money

   few care?

 

that’s why it’s safe to be here


Thursday, 12 March 2026

#2264 - a lot of stillness going on

 



2264

7.71

13.iii.26

a lot of stillness going on

 

in a little forest hiding

winter slant

 

forest of this that the other

at its own throat

always falling to rise

 

breathless up then

 

nowhere else in the whole wide

nothing to match

 

a cleft and tuck

 

grown its own way

with the weather

 

a little corner of the sun

and every day’s to light

 

some forest in my hiding

counting till ready or not

 

signatures left lying

 

to be’s to do today