#238 - play with

27.viii.20

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play with

 

see in

(on bush TV again)

 

there is a firstness where we’re from

how does it go?

tell tune from stone

 

say

I was the love of lives

everyone remembers

 

knowing later would catch

pants on

but first of all all true

 

when I was world bright

much leafed

 

held in whose hands (?)

caught before I fell

 

an opening then

to every book

 

would toss for who goes first

and it was always me

 

to build

even in the fire

 

a blur to ash

and ghost it

(an edging in the nevermore)

 

in hearthpaint

licked

see in

signatures of trees were

 

dance for

time and those

won’t return

 

under the dreamhat

 

these heartstairs and headfirst

you’ll feel a thing in

still a fire to catch

 

it’s always before we’re too late

this advice

 

day raiment

and full finery

 

I remember the bushes

flats red in the brick

and the old railway path

 

sometimes a high road

the broken down bus

waiting in the summer upstairs

 

somewhere there dreamt

a found guitar

and other nights crept in

 

along a main corridor

weddings and from

the navy for instance

 

wash hands of course

 

let me remember

all my students once

bright as a knockdown hillside

here on the corner linger

 

they’ll want to go through the tunnel with you

knockabout fellows I mean

say Homebush to the city

 

dark stairs

some loose pipe

do not trip

 

and what to go back for (?)

 

there must be

but where?

a locked room