#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

#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?