29.xi.20
work of waking
see what won’t be
kilter off
pass the parcel till here
the queen upstairs
young and the prince hard pressed
swimming to next light
a cramp
and sea in itself
swelling to a roar
a jokey jockeying
whisper was ‘not too late all along’
amor fati
vision lack clouds come home
long in-joke of a pub
footy an all-sides blare
passive courtyard smoke
a time come and here we are
living, as we do, after all ages
cult of self-precious
make myself temporary phenomenon
open a removal shop
every tat says forever
get back to the dream
forever’s tattooed over today
it’s trinkety thinking
I glimpse the other life then
glad of the one I’m in
world hopelessly far
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