#430 - tripping through the city

 

2.iii.21

430

2.61

tripping through the city

(reprise 1976)

over a purple barrel

 

the sun rises goes down

(quick) regular

vanity & vanities

tar bounce

dropped something everything

too much real and no one can read it

 

all with a wisp’s will, no less

gingerly kerb

remember a certain rubber road

a

big black driveway treading on dogs dogs dogs

 

late in the day sing

I would comb beaches, live in a poem, reflect

and do now, lived to

 

this was much Homeric

the wine dark

in the wings so sacred of flight

 

gather the arrows, quiver with

 

who’ll hurl the nobody boulders?

washed a fair wind

 

then I was lilac in the flowers

for days

for years

forever after

 

sayeth forget

horse I’m back on

spider vast as the night

(but pretty)

 

remember a certain bounce and sing

connecting tune and deeps

more mantra             

 

lay down in the dream

walked all this way

 

in a whimsy which is always where

in a whimsy and blissing

remember to forget

 

it was summer

other seasons came

all the days are in this world

 

press on

far fetch

 

creatures in speaking to me there

may have mentioned

(and in the wings so sacred of flight)

 

grain of sand grew became

today a pumpkin drapery

 

remembrance

is the light again

steps as before

and time appointed

 

somebody thought the machine

but no

the wheel was wrong

we went on foot

on the horse in the sky

by rug

and round

 

all things are what?

bread upon water

 

there was no hunger

some synapse bung

this was all out of the box

 

come by chance of course

a wash up on foot

 

with Gilgamite we go

were else

remember to forget this too

 

street of some lost decade

grime and the last train gone

high jumping

catch me can you

 

woke far in the bible once

or one of

far book I mean

 

palm of my hand

can’t you see?

by tendril till a new world come

and spun our heads over

 

no one can read this

still behold!

 

and for a time I bloomed            

 

the cellos of not yet first light

trumpet of birds for first day

dawn of the tresses

colour you like

 

is the last word really fear?

 

walls falling, upheave of

tumble all plagues

 

but attitude is everything

we were well guided then