19.4.20
110
under house arrest
at New Normal
still all truths to
reconcile
this world for crimes
against itself
everyone equally accused
lovely framed in prison
windows
(have to make your own)
brush our hair
and clean our teeth
days like any regular
we set these little haiku
off
watch them rise
dissolve
suit up for any day out
there
will this new world have
air?
before no law at all
desert now jungle again
after the rains
I’m trying out for king of
course
keep to the track and round
wear your own path home
under house arrest
including the garden
the bush come back
where I must undiscover the
country
an out-of-season blossoming
and let all schools contend
under house arrest
I build a tower of pianos
bring the breath to bear
high ground
best strike an attitude
somewhere around now
got up on corona-pony
time to be statue still
with
keep in mind
how wide the world
is was
see the winged ones gone
each by careful calculation
none of this at trial disclosed
under house arrest
take all the pulses
little pride swallow, fall
are you dragging the chain?
can’t see the fire to warm
by
but know the signs on the
wall?
of course, Platonic!
weather it!
every crime is politics
all politics is crime
no shortselling the
pumpkins now
futurebright
is the herb I invent
no dollar cost average
you cannot leverage with it
under house arrest
time has lost track of us
I write the old poem again
I love the arrows
everywhere
give them all a go
and the creatures unwitting
innocents all
within without our fences
it is by mere bliss they
go?
what are we to imagine now?
pumpkiniferous autumn at Markwell
among the butternuts
in plague time
in plague time
I hear the hammering of those at home
and have these Bunnings thoughts myself
but know I shouldn’t go
and have these Bunnings thoughts myself
but know I shouldn’t go
it’s sunlight tops the trilling here
a yellow butterfly makes light
of this the moment following
a yellow butterfly makes light
of this the moment following
sky grey enough to show its will
it’s sunshine keys the colour
we keep an open window
it’s sunshine keys the colour
we keep an open window
and let the day in still
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