#2381 -- Banksy -- a spray and scurry off

 

2381

7.188

8.vii.26

Banksy

a spray and scurry off

 

what more risk than a question?

 

you’ll need a mask

 

one’s thrown under

 

so hold a pose in cloud floss

 

soft toys of Dismaland and grubby

the incoherent howl

 

a mountain is made of weapons

 

there’s nothing can’t be defaced

 

with gangsta rats no ball games

toss up

 

splash for the sea

 

keep the day anonymous

 

it’s over the wire

it’s over to you

to mount a rescue

 

raise a beaker to

 

here’s a halo of paint

 

anonymous transparent

 

it’s this much self belief

 

a cardboard town’s cut out of your head

 

applause for war is a sign

 

of extreme value

commodified for the joke

 

consumer Jesus gone shopping

 

there’s nothing that can’t be made sacred

 

a bomb clutch trolley hunt

where nakedness plays mouse

 

the worst just keeps coming

 

gesture is art

 

all of this collectible

the middle finger too

 

just a few drops of lighter fluid

now all the world is lit

 

we are the monkeys in charge

#2380 -- catching breath

 

2380

7.187

7.vii.26

catching breath

Gore Cove Track Series

 

takes such a net

 

it’s in your chest, beat beside

 

a traipse

 

and here’s a tide like day rust

sun say

 

sneak up with a voice behind

 

take steps

so’s to be gone

#2379 -- stand back

 

2379

7.186

6.vii.26

stand back

Gore Cove Track Series

 

winter, make midst

 

sparkle up, harbour

 

stone carved by this breeze from all days before

 

tide’s in, a stone adopts its tree

 

like lichen the stain come winter dry

 

my listening in the run of streams

 

whipbird’s time and tune

 

the place is our custodian

 

track is catching up with me

 

all this to live up to

 

such precious light this is 

#2378 -- it's only ever in the mirror

 

2378

7.185

5.vii.26

it’s only ever in the mirror

 

eyes of one’s own light

 

those who are gone

 

it’s only in mirror

the well of time lies flat, upstanding

 

see where you’re from, their faces

 

see the corridors of menace

 

you can almost hear

 

account for a crash

 

the trouble, dust up

 

same old chimney fits

 

the leaflessness

a craggy loft of

 

it’s only in the mirror

infinite regression

 

it’s every glance for reminiscence

 

duck then you’ll have to imagine

world still there

 

waffily yet

 

the cri de coeur wake up

 

and dare you

double dare you

 

it’s only ever in the mirror

we see who’s behind it all

 

 

#2377 -- abrupt with light

 

2377

7.184

4.vii.26

abrupt with light

 

here we are at that hour again

come for none

 

lost to another world

 

here’s the stain of it

 

come round as if to mock our sky

as a flag to tatters would

 

skinbrink

tender with the touch

still warm from under

 

blur to bright

 

frame with a window

the trouble of a tree gone up

 

real things like a sun for

 

feathers spread

wings heard not seen

 

then a whiff of self to show

 

clocks to chase down, away

 

it’s three times we’ll deny them

crow

 

present, unaccounted

snuck from

 

there were no hours before

no there but here

 

there was no now

#2376 -- have you noticed how a name fades?

 

2376

7.183

3.vii.26

have you noticed how a name fades?

 

cherished words are gone

 

is there where they sing still?

 

paths strewn with self

yet few will admit

 

sharp edges

 

things called to their fanfare, torture

just as we invent

 

things themselves other than as were

 

often now unnameable

 

see it in leaflight

peer through a cloud

 

en plein air

in plain sight

 

what are we left with?

reach out

touch

say one last time

our secret

 

we smooth out a skin

we write

 

I’ll keep it for my always

under an ever breath

 

#2373 - walk into the dark

 

2375

7.182

2.vii.26

walk into the dark

 

and welcome

know my own way

make a wisdom of it

 

old friend the song

wide eyed again

 

things are lost just as much of the dark

 

hear the music there

be winter

be aware

 

the dark’s not quite a silence

 

reach out for what you know must be

the dark is where we were before

 

I’m waving to them

they can’t see

 

dot dot dot

 

things rise and fall in it

 

here is all we touch

it’s almost as if having fallen this far

 

make out just a shape

 

imagination is required

 

some will shut theirs for this