#23 - a tussle with

23^rd January

23

a tussle with

selves say

back of the bottom drawer

when only the best

I typed a way into the truth

clatter bang

it was a spectacle nobody saw

echo

little elves

and later silent

that was to begin

went on so

finer and finer

by caveat come

and kingdom

by postit

isn’t that all the time?

bones under the skin

fell out of touch

just as the ashes are scattered

scraped and clawed

so tricked my way in

scrubbed till the thing shone

and I could say mine

time was all before me

now struggle to recall a name

and time went on instead

I painted the dream

as well as remembered

it was a way to go

fell out of

in a tussle with

here’s furniture all over the shop

till touching palms pressed as

signed it on the dotted line

ran one through it too

(truth’s over)

rung like a bell till I heard myself think

there was a breeze in its branches, the truth

and done with

strummed a sun come out

preened knowing

you’d seen me there

I, you

it was the nod

and must have been

shone in the afterglow