#440 - could never keep up

 

13.iii.21

440

2.72

could never keep up

 

with the dream

in the deeps

 

with the day

with the clock gone on

 

sea shake of mountain up with

the argument

plot tricks

 

on stage off

the griefs

and my suspicions

 

could not even ever finish a sentence

had to break out

with a smuggled-in spoon

 

the very idea could not contain

excitement they say

 

could not keep up with the garden in weeds

trail of crumbs

the lightbulbs

socks in the wash

a kind of dictation

 

give names but cannot retain

could not keep up with the cobwebs

 

I waded in once

but the river’s rolled on

often was all at sea

barque of the instinct rats quit

 

could never plumb my own cliché            

cannot keep up with this skin I’m in

race the blood around

 

can’t even keep up with a single self

no keeping count the flock of AM

not even an ancient alphabet

                                                        

never these wings of mine

could compass the blue of up

stars after

 

nor the rocket and gone

all spheres dancing

cannot keep up with the distances pitched

widdershins considered

 

the very idea

could not contain

excitement they say

 

random phenomena

(some motivated too)

 

cannot keep up with parallel lines

we all suggest infinity

that’s how they cooked up soul

(often over-herbed it)

 

charades and cannot guess

 

lost my arms in a shirt once

could not keep up with fierce love

or the punctuation

 

with what you’re thinking

will say or do next

 

gave up but gave that up too

have another go

 

could never keep up with my self’s

what I mean

read through the notes and was lost

 

couldn’t get over myself either       

around

so wide, so high, etc

 

forests of hide and seek

left over the picnic

and leafed through a tree

couldn’t quite climb it though

for fear

 

and it’s not as if anyone’s asking

 

even now as I begin to make sense

what chance would some stray spinning globe

ever have to keep up with me?