#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

#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

#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 

#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

#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

#2263 - fixing the world again today

 

2263

7.70

12.iii.26

fixing the world again today

 

even and despite all odds

 

take shifts

 

and all night each of us beavers away

 

world’s broken in so many parts

 

how many bullets?

how many bombs?

 

we have a dream!

 

wake up and it’s bung again

 

we’re fixing the world again today

 

by afternoon, having patched up some cloud

 

there’s weather incoming

lines on a map

 

some imagine it’s all consisting of numbers

most though lose count

 

seas rise

the forest goes back

 

many are actively breaking their worlds

hoping for better

 

most won’t wake

say the same of us

 

there’s too much skin in the game

on this stage

 

we’re sleeping it off

you could say

#2262 - my wings

 

2262

7.69

11.iii.26

my wings

 

have you noticed my wings?

 

wax, so that the rain runs off

 

misplaced, often as not

 

and sometimes leave them at the door

they are too much for some

 

like truth

and just as we are here

 

must have come some way

 

nor ever angelic

just who I am

 

wings carry me through a cloud of unknowing

 

a feather in the breeze lost for sport

 

little boys – our gods and heroes

all tearing at them

 

breezily

at dream height

 

here’s a track through the woods

arc of wing's lift

the ants along their way