#2437 -- I have decided it's best to hide

 

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I have decided it’s best to hide

 

everyone’s saying ‘look at me! look at me!’

 

they are pursued by winged monkeys

they are under the influences

there is some kind fo a marketing ploy

 

that’s just where I close my eyes

not trying for any god’s attention

 

it’s not just this latter day weather

the information’s at me from all directions

 

it’s almost as if I’d have to choose

 

I have decided it’s best to hide

 

to absent myself certain griefs, conversation

 

under a rock, up a tree, in a cave

 

just pile up soil and straw, go mulch

 

none of this needful

 

one hears one’s own heart beat

 

I have decided it’s best to hide

 

is there a silence left?

then we’re divided from

 

ah – the trumpets’ brass blare

the roar of everywhere machine

 

it’s safest to keep your head in the sand

 

I have decided to hide in plain sight here

 

as some few of you must see

#2436 -- the blank

 

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the blank

 

just a peek

or

stare in

fix gaze

stare the page out

 

till the image

till the words come

until the poem will appear

 

the blank is heartfel, personal

 

far down in me

feel it

it’s where ideas are from

 

… if there were such a mirror as soul

 

have to stare straight

there are a thousand distractions

 

we’re from there too

come from the dream

 

there’s nothing

and you are

who’ll blink first?

 

every tablet needs a good scrub

there’s a broom to fit every head

 

the art of seeing what’s not there

making others see it too –

that’s what every shyster spruiks

 

how cities pour from the clock

 

the blank!

it is an inspiration!

 

how much can you cram in there?

how much will you charge?

 

be loved

what else is to believe?

 

we have to make the picture ourselves

 

it’s the first day of a season here

no one has ever known

 

I’m going back now

… I must leave you

 

there’s something I left in there

… don’t know what

but we’ll will be needing it soon

 

it’s never from nothing the blank

I think it’s just where we are

 

#2435 -- singing for the birds

 

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singing for the birds

spring poem

 

season of another world

a kind of stretch and rise

 

to first this Spring

to call the slant sun on

 

in a wilderness of wishes

who’s to know we’re here?

 

now dust time off

and all to do

 

day flowers

so we have arrived

 

I call the fiction of eternity

there is only this

 

be out and make your midst

green through a leaf to shine

 

#2434 -- another perfect day in the afterlife

 

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another perfect day in the afterlife

 

I have a garden in mind

and wilder

afoot in woods and ways

 

at oars

effortless

expect the flimsy

 

all other days here uncontained

 

a picnic

and the picnic games

well wafted if we’re here

 

sunshone afternoon, a dapple

and a shimmer

a glimmer of what was

 

by the great oak

by the plane

at the fountain

 

it’s every ghost asks ‘am I here?’

 

none of this ever ends

 

there’s a statue of myself

all hands on deck to shape

 

I will vanish from the all

just so to be remembered

 

it’s all in your head, you know

 

we’re deep down in the book

#2433 -- thanks to no one at all

 

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thanks to no one at all

intimations of eternity

 

everyone’s doing me a favour

just being here

just coming along

 

take the inanimate

what calm! what poise!

my role model

 

consider the leavings –

how we’re revealed

 

birds hear me singing

 

I take a little sunshine

and call upon the truth

 

and the word forever –

a little wrestle then –

how long do you think that will last?

#2432 -- all bow down

 

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all bow down

 

consume, be silent, die

     – remember that?

 

 

and here comes smug money

 

bold as bold

equal to anything

what a rush to be out, to float

 

selfless in defenestration

climbing the mountain graph

 

with the smoke

and with the mirrors

 

bit of bungee too

there’s a bounce

but money soils itself

 

just about otherwise colourless

 

responsibly grey in the gills of the suit

it’s never really looked well

 

money needs care

may vanish

 

there’s always been a lot of pretrending

 

money entertains the biggest delusion

 

heavenly bodies all go unregarded

 

must burnish, lick, touch cap, tug forelock

 

who wouldn’t want in the picture?

 

everyone’s taking a selfie with money

 

set the timer countdown

for end of the world

 

the beautiful towers

all fall down

 

I give it all

body and soul

won’t you?

 

know your place

love the machine

 

and that was my honest day’s toil

 

 

 

#2431 -- a blue god

 

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a blue god

Vishnu ekphrastic

 

monkeys and bears

shakti is Lakshmi

 

tread on a demon

wrestle chaos

you cannot be over-bedecked

 

here, hold this snake

it’s a tug-o-war

you can’t have too many hands

 

we make up a picture of what’s yet to come

and this has all already been

 

there’s a boar, a man-lion

the plough holder

 

there’s the future’s warrior on horseback

 

who doesn’t like a nice bit of worship?

 

can’t have too many avatars

you can’t have too many names

 

but a good kip in the cosmic ocean

that’s just a typical day

... lotus rise, mud for complexion

 

who wouldn’t churn an ocean of milk?

 

rescue fair damsel from the sea floor?

 

who wouldn’t wear a halo?

 

here. hold my conch and mace

just give me a moment

a lolling tongue

 

you have to balance the earth on your tusks

 

sometimes you’ll need to work around the rules

to get things back on track

 

seduce a demon for immortality’s sake

 

every universe needs a protector

 

this one dances too

 

Krsna summons the gopis by way of his flute

 

shakti is Lakshmi

monkeys and bears

 

you can’t have too many avatars

 

the ultimate’s always yet to appear