#193 - cards to post

13.7.20

193

cards to post

sometimes from the dream

see things you cannot see in there

the university was a supermarket

had to pass

and I was a ghost

did not wish to be seen

wrote all this blind in the night

the choir wouldn’t sing my song

not even a lyric, tune I could stand

there was a card left to each seat

no one knows from which country to

sometimes, days out from the dream

the secret road, the mountain lost

a forest come down to the sea

know them never by names but still

in this case

night passed in

like a machine

click-clackery

there and next and not

everything’s out of the body and in

trains, and thought for instance

as in life

a conversation in the pictures

there’s no one ever asks

how did we get here (?)

ivy heartstart upmisted

fringe of see blue

all the while

smell of a self unknown

no one feels a thing

peevish, a little, if I must admit

was a long time ready to go

still looking

the cards to post

are rote, touristic

not wearing my glasses right now

know though they bear

lovely stamps