#115 - a canon

24.4.20

115

a canon

for godsbother

leaf it up

look

make hands a cup

there isn’t the time to begin

last shower

a fleecing

dim wits

done down

take out the heart

count beats to the bar

do it again today

stretch soul

and it may be

empty the head

follow a tune

it’s where you live already

a flutter

in leaflight

inch it Earth

and on

make mote

come same sun

and around again

all rise

keep this under your skin

it’s whimsical the nextness

won’t run out of accidents

where we’ve been before

empty the one mind

all that’s yours

hollow a body with want

take instruction

sneeze and spread

all atmosphere

and out beyond

who’s to hear us sing?

world mind is a genital thing

empty

go again

make a clean breast

be filthy beast

throw to the wolves

collect go

pick an abstraction, any abstraction

end of the game I’ll tell

prayers fall

they’re heavier than all

say soul

and mist

don’t think it

fold tricks into the tree

leaf it

all up with

crusty old world

come round to rot

to till is all attention

hammer the organs as such

pour out a headsworth

that’s the idea

have heart

see meter

raise

take up a lungful with the authorities

that’s anthem

tune to the clock

lilt laughter

out of voice

wive the lot

husband things

and tenderly

empty the world mind

follow by heart

the tune already knows you

knit with

name everything

and here, hold this  

all sewn up

melt

fall

come to the tip

mirror and glitter

aren’t we all shining there?