#150 - rough draft or too much space junk or somewhere else altogether

31.5.20

150

rough draft

or

too much space junk

or

somewhere else altogether

only one world

only world where 

I am befriended

black cockies in the creek first thing

take them for a sign

off ponder paws first

where else alone with such thoughts?

no, never alone

not on ice floe with plankton

alliance of sorts, dalliance

object always, credulity

this is the place with the superstitions

live streaming sun

to thick the air with seeing

to creep crepuscular other end of

memories!             

you tell me where else

have you heard a leaf fall

and take my time – you see me

feel at home here?

someone is hammering

someone’s hard at it

blessing and bliss

there is of course self-righteousness

this is the genital world

‘meant to be’

is nothing towards

unless take up intention

this is the one with rocket and blast off

here we come out of the scope

and heavens above!

others are alive with lightning

pour poisonous volcanoes up

yes, some may well be solid gold

but where are all these words here from?

you see – it’s by analogy, imagination too

not exactly clockwork

others are as moonlit, more

some faster slower

many run round

let’s never forget the infinite empty between

and you won’t call it air

or even get a word out

not without fine suit

good gadgetry

fearlessness – lest we forget

no one else has ache or itch

where else hang head in shame

or hold my hand?

imagine it – floating monument

it hasn’t really got a name

because it could have been goldilocks elsewhere

and maybe yet we are?

leaf twirl world

table cloth too

buy anything on e-bay

we won’t have two moments the same

only here!

this is the cheap trick world

please people DIY

pour scorn

count the wasted years

here it’s dangle pizzle

meets origin of universe

the muscle world

and sidle up

only world where anyone’s born

or does

or goes between

world as green as I am to it

world as blue as up

and misted in

say redwoods

see stubble from high up above

also see the razor

tell the truth

no better place for it

night – day, I had a dream

you won’t get that just anywhere

or inkling precious – take the trees

no, better leave them be

dangerous world

mum say ‘could get skittled’

substances abuse me

I’m tired so take a nap

think of a mythical creature

that’s me too you too

knock knock

three walk into a bar

no other where flutter 

how brief the griefs – our home grown throne 

fools are absent elsewhere

this is the one where they’re counting

I think we must have the fluffiest clouds

you can call me parochial

it’s the only one with prepositions

only one with verbs

are there elsewhere pictures?

yes, but we’ve seen them here

this is the genuine article

you and me

these words with us

idiots who’ll know it all

idiots who listen

many more creatures curled up in fear

less of them every day

idea of in charge or any other

this is the world where the ink runs out

fogged hoist I hear the music

this is the only world with chairs

there’s nowhere else you can guess

by tooth, claw, red in

cuddle up so loved

think hatred, revenge

you saw it first here

and yet to tour

but suffer the children

finely tuned, timed

life – a synchronized event

swim fittest

this is the one with piano

does someone else tap toes?

only pixelated

one with throes

nowhere else to die these days

someone licks my paw

let’s rub

it’s only one with ping pong

or take off your pants

birds do

where else belated?

erstwhile?

ballet music

space junk

jog on the spot to be warm

only one with a mirror to see

everything full of gods

takes a breath

goes grieving

this one swings a tail

only one in time

still late but world it

nevertheless

only this one in the poem

I’m still beginning again