#2443 -- the greying and the sky dark

 

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the greying and the sky dark

the lion S

 

I’m at a table with the queen

with all the queen crew

now and then animated

good works

… very pleasant

 

the grey queen

gone as we know

but always just as with us

the deified king mother

a lot like Mary looking down

so many virgin births – a litter

and some may wish they were not born

 

but really she’s lovely

like in that Beatles’s song

‘gotta get a bellyful of wine’

 

I want to ask

‘how has the queen’s English been for you?

was that a lot of pressure?’

 

we have an engagement

but one mustn’t ask such things

…. fox paws in this dead presence

 

and not so much the off with their heads

as croquet and a horse sits well

just a regal wave of the hand

 

most of a monarch is death, you will know

and earlier a king, big bully

and now a king again to bury

 

because it is the grey queen

because she is the lion S

 

because we see them counting

in their blackbird pie

just where the cat may look

#2442 -- a door is open at the heart

 

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a door is open at the heart

 

over the clock a flower grows

 

were we once not trees?

 

a crowd of the gone pile on just then

 

in my own thicket let

 

you’ll whistle

 

time seemed not to be passing

and then it passed

 

safest where no one sees

 

won’t you please come in

#2441 -- from purest doubt, the poem

 

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from purest doubt, the poem

for wise surprise

 

out of the woods where things have no name

out of a kind of oort loud

comes a comet swing – head fire, tail ice

both ends burning

all sing

 

or the whole pond frog

and none know why

from creviced recesses least cling

 

there’s sleep comes back, as in a dream

just a moment, all’s changed

cheese moved

and you were there to witness

 

there’s nothing more innocent than a question

 

keep asking

persistence drives on

 

no one knows what the next line holds

no one knows yet why we’re here

 

at a window tap tapping

out of the green

why does this bird want in?

#2440 -- and the reality is...

 

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and the reality is…

 

like announcing the winner

 

that’s what they say

as if we’d all missed it

 

those big eyes, the teeth

 

it’s one of those somehows

like a coal dust dial

 

you can taste it

that’s what the reality is

 

cat of ninetails too

relentless

we’re outnumbered

 

the flood was never known before

no warning was received

 

which bird and which tree?

they’ll tell you too

 

ear to the ground

 

the world’s a machine

 

reality trumps every fiction

 

they’ve been telling me all my life

 

with actually this …

and you must admit …

 

reality is they mean ‘surrender!’

 

they have this sure and certain knowledge

 

a kind of magic pudding

 

the brat runs off

the cows came home

 

all my life they’ve been saying ‘get real’

 

they’ll pinky swear it

they’ll say ‘honestly’, honestly they will

 

they mean this all quite literally too

 

that’s gospel

I’m kicking this can down the road

#2439 -- Pandora's

 

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Pandora’s

or

how can we fit ourselves into the day?

 

this or any

 

so many signs for aspiration

 

rough truths, such shapes as given rise

 

light musing upon thing

 

then the self embroiled

awed up and over

 

flocks flow green hillward over

make distance of the mind

 

any day’s improved with silence

 

here now

stretch and

just a few minutes ahead of myself

 

have to tempt the jinnee back in the bottle

 

thre’s the ache and the itch and the inkling

 

how then act for the best?

 

we’d need a year, a life, no, more

 

it’s only ever just step by step

remember where we are 

#2438 -- my singularity

 

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my singularity

the upload

 

I’m getting better

faster

gone

 

and some have said it – ‘heaven’

 

won’t we all know what to do next?

 

have you noticed how a flag flies to bits?

 

the wind and the sun and time

 

look into your own skin

no mirror required

 

my avatar apotheosed

 

some have wished a permanence

thought god that way

 

thought’s a train

till the rails come off

 

there’s nothing you’ll have to think then

 

every idea decays

worlds will spin apart

 

have I mentioned my uniqueness?

we’ve all had one of those

 

I dreamt a baby crying

it was saying

he/she was

‘change me, can’t you see

I’m freezing in this shit and piss –
it’s all my own work

there’s nothing I can do’

 

but there will be no more of that

 

there’s iron in shall-we-say soul

 

let one line lead to another

they often will

 

there’s no one does it quite like me

and that’s for all time too

it goes for you

 

I’m getting better, faster

it’s just as the end pulls up

 

then I’ll be in the clouds

then we’ll be good as gone

#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