#218 - have you been in my head?

                       

7.viii.20

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gathering of dust myself

 

there’s so much space inside my head

have you been?

everyone else is there

 

historical personage

and characters of fiction

tugboats, cargoes of past

many doubtful

and go round again

 

planets and comets

and intergalactricks

 

so many Christmases

the ducat dead

in their yellowing page

all if I rightly remember

 

whom I love

often the unthinking wink

so I am not responsible

 

have you been inside my head?

fresh pyramids are sharpened there

collection of what means to me

 

so much winter sunshine

all the tanks and dams are full

no one misses a trick

 

within beyond the bounds

all possibility

 

is it a place of safety (?) ask

 

let it grow over and wash

I have lost the index cards

 

here because we’re here again –

a kind of pilgrimage

 

turn up the volume against grey day

catch a tune and stick

I’m inking up in here 

to see my favourite tree

 

everyone tells a story

 

there’s heart dark in the head too

so much invisible pigment

 

this is the body

up and coming

much circulation

go with the lift and lowlands too

 

gushy chees schmaltz

crowds and queues

 

fancy has its joyflights there

feather to dust unexpected

and often out for a duck

 

this is wing command

 

frequently prophetic

even in there people ask if for real

and wonder if they are

 

strange shapes and stranger music

 

the time of childhood always is

 

was a puzzle once and still

no one could think this stuff up

yet they’ll say ‘it’s all in your head’

 

and ‘there you are’

as one hears

‘it is what it is’

 

out in the world in here

cured of all sorts

catching too

 

ashes to a dusting off

has to be smoked now and then