#421 - come into my pages

 

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come into my pages

 

friends

come into the book

(it is still being written)

 

no need to open

you’re already in

 

we sweat up the work here

we’re working from scratch

 

come into the dream and brightly

it’s all born here

 

take a line by sniff

and follow

fall through

 

am who am

all are

 

and some so hope

remembered to be

 

a kind of music makes me

reminds of a mother’s madness

 

come into my head just now

make Luna Park mouth

and you missed it

 

take in a stray

no, it has you along

gender at a guess

 

in perfect

the round and round head

its avowals

 

operatic and in dirges done

dare I call it a world?

come in

 

my word rots under a tree

it’s actually all decomposition

 

some scared off

still back later

 

from which a mighty pile

 

aliens land, things bubble up

 

just some of these monsters

whom I create

 

a few minute past myself again

come into my whim

and why not (?)

 

window to the heart

stop in my sleep for this

 

so many called and more unbidden

 

all mine the characters

 

a whisper too

lift leg

toodle pip

 

never come too close

they bite

or we have so much hoped

 

punchline, snippet

tricks of light

 

throw pepper to the fire

 

come under my weather

here in the garden

and you’ll be jungle too

 

little radio voices

a zoo of

 

find your own way

here and home

find your own way through

 

beware of where you wish