2nd of January, 2020
2
just because I must
people
wonder about the everyday thing
faux
miracle as if
say
‘every day’
as
if ‘to the loo’
clouded,
I observe
yes
it is alimentation
compulsion
I
am the garden and grow
take
stillness
and
there’s camera catch
news
keeps creeping in
some
are thinking
‘it’s
too much
can’t
he just let up?’
but
world won’t
I
keep my cave untidy
so
the creatures come
see
that look in the eye
still
some green to light
ten
o’clock
take
carrot
the
markets open now
‘not
natural’
‘not
human’
more!
‘not
normal’
and
‘not
right’
‘words
less precious when so spent’
less
precious! that’s the point
words are our everyday
here are the poles and wires
smuggled across the countryside
it’s another economy
where poetry is bent
as if
past cliché
substance
spills
over
then
these are the words we are in
(the
carbon is already spent)
half
full of them
much
much harder to turn off the tap
like
stopping the blood
telling
world not to spin
yes,
there are other languages
for
refuge, go there
say
‘did
it all for you… go on’
‘how
do you stop this crazy thing?’
blink!
it’s
everyday like yoga
like
open your windows and eyes
let
light
and
adjectives pour in
ink!
and
the pen runs away
we
follow eagerly along
see
what the gang is up to
self-expelling
or only suspended
dry
in the billabong
once
was a tip
and
all around
like
a train in the treetops
servant
of the wind
then ‘why?’
why write a poem ever?
it’s thirst
for dread
and some say love
a
circle all ways squaring me
is it for fear
I make a rule
?
once you start climbing the mountain
come mists
and into the clear
I am flesh of thing
squirrel
tune it
runs
away
you’ll
pity this affliction mine
right
wrong
pour
out
must
express the weather in me
and
everything of gods
they’re
far
still
glimpse
it’s
like a fire come to me
these
are those in every thing
else
how could we see
bones
of the house
and
cosy once
dreamt
winter
there
is a here and now though
rains
won’t come
the
well runs dry
frail
in flesh
and
on
write
so to say
so as to
to
capture a thing
where
you’re caught
try
it
make my page!
phenomena!
the
koel is telling summer
summer
already knows
the
unripe lemonades all gone
not
a single grape this year
someone
must have been thirsty
the crocodile, too, has a job to do
the jackal and the hyena
friends, let me be kangaroo
come from the maze
shower
in a bucket now
and every drop for twice
where but elsewhere ?
the mind has had its years away
wild nights!
like this
make signatures of sky and gone
love dotted lines the best
fill in
I must
follow along
big bouncing ball
because I have been blessed
with
compulsion
I
am the garden, grow
these are the words for next
sing every day
it takes the heart higher
come flimsily to words
in all digestive night to brew
and, later, file myself away
where words have come to me
picture truth as a place
and dream it
how one day we are gone
it’s more of a rollick
in the hayrick
so few, if any, see
why?
all around
like a train in the treetops
servant of the wind
must express the weather in me
and everything of gods
they’re far
still glimpse
it’s like a fire come
these are those in every thing
else how could we see?
write
so to say
so as
to capture a thing
where you’re caught
make signatures of sky and gone
love dotted lines the best
I must
follow along
big bouncing ball
because I have been blessed
with
compulsion
come flimsily to
I am the garden, grow
these are the words for next
sing every day
it takes the heart higher
picture truth as a place
and dream it
how one day we are gone
it’s more of a rollick
in the hayrick
so few, if any, see
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