#22 - time lapse poem

22^nd January, 2020

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the time lapse poem

no more than a page

history sunk

water and sunlight

that’s my theory

bone up on

earn breakfast

here in my life

where the poem once lived

it’s only a matter of

run out of ink

a lot like colouring in

still some words

scratch deep

over under

title it so

a trail in words to follow

run continent into

my way the highway

dotted lines of legend

and some explorer’s name

only a little eco-verse

paint cracked

one arrow and its all directions

never coming to rest

lights on

see the cockroach scuttle

[mass noun I meant]

and later breath by tune

exhaled

we were blink of an eye

and something up my sleeve

under pillow, from the hat

top tail it, not in the expected order

take this, take that

and how the tree goes up

cast in own shadow

where else to go

script smaller and smaller

folds to its own dark

later cook the books

call stars to rotation like this

second draft:

the time lapse poem

no more than a page

history sunk

here in my life

where the poem once lived

a lot like colouring in

still some words

scratch deep

over under

water and sunlight

that’s my theory

it’s only a matter of

run out of ink

bone up on

earn breakfast

title it so

a trail in words follows

dotted lines of legend

and some explorer’s name

only a little eco-verse

paint cracked

one arrow and its all directions

never coming to rest

run continent into

my way the highway

lights on

see the cockroach scuttle

[mass noun I meant]

and later breath by tune

and something up my sleeve

under pillow, from the hat

exhaled

we were blink of an eye

take this, take that

top tail it, not in any order expected

but how the tree goes up

cast in own shadow

where else to go?

script smaller and

folds to its own dark

later cook the books

call stars to rotation like this

third draft:

time lapse poem

it’s only a matter of

ink run out

lot like colouring in

still some words

scratch deep

over under

water and sunlight –

my theory

title it so

dotted lines legend

words trail an explorer’s name

paint cracked

one arrow, its all directions

my way the highway

lights on

see the cockroach scuttle

and something up my sleeve

under pillow, from the hat

exhaled

we were blink of an eye

take this, take that

top tail it, not in any order expected

breath by tune

how the tree goes up

cast in own shadow, where else?

script smaller and

folds to own dark

later cook the books

call stars to rotation like this

time lapse miniature

scratch deep over under

and colour in

water and sunlight –

my theory

one arrow, its all directions

lights on… cockroach scuttle

something up my sleeve

under pillow, from hat

exhaled, we blink of an eye

take this, take that

breath by tune

how the tree goes up

cast in own shadow, where else?

script smaller and

folds to own dark

later cook the books

call stars to rotation like this