31.v.21
515
2.148
nobody owns it
for the series ‘teaching
our children the truth of the world’
little parable for
neo-cons
nobody
owns
the first
light or its fences
perspective
– vanishing
the gods,
their gifts
heavens,
as we see, defaced
or quiver
strings
nobody
owns her his own heart
nobody
owns angels
many have
had
or take a
simple disease –
just for common
ground
please
hither
nobody
owns the picture we paint
everything
is lent
like this way the world
and
wickedness sharing
by way of
just a leer, a grin
take time
–
cut and
come again
they make
it till forever
(efforts
to save, perennial)
the tribe
antics, flavour of thing
truth,
though each has
nobody
owns this idea
(the patent
on patience
may be
more than pending)
the vast
and take
an exo-planet
(have a
go at that!)
nobody
owns their own excuses
… fate or
simple facts
dinner
digesting has a mind of its own
and who
smelt dealt
nobody
owns a dinosaur
though
this parable’s for them
call the
mist to bliss
who holds
the day?
or forgetting
this that
crops up
set magic
means and ends
who’ll possess the spin?
come one,
come …
who can
hear the country?
it’s
something no one can have
like whiff
like lost your way
who has a
Sibelius symphony
may keep at home to play
the fall
of leaf, the tendril up
come a
cropper
the
chattels of love are moment until
vanish in
and as a dream
hence
the
slavery of pets is illusion
(cage and
the chains are not)
and the
black dog sold a pup
nobody
owns up
or down
anywhere
you care to go
no one
owns the chorus
who can
claim applause?
books?
you’d think?
they’re collecting you
… if you can’t see what the product is …
take a swig of the air at this point
wear a thing’s not the same as possess
nobody’s got that law’s last tenth
all
sorts down the drain
and let’s
take your smelly rubbish
the odourless as well
…
things you ought to own
they’re
gone gone…
so all of
us must share
like
the far choked fish
of the
never legend
the
seventh sea’s for piracy
kings
colonize fresh turd
possession
of a river
colour
on a map
no one
owns the rights to absurd!
the
orchard light or afternoon
the
water from a tap
nobody
owns the day yet
though
many stop the clock
the
passion, the principle of popcorn
your
millions and billions
are
numbers
even
paper is vanishing
little
skies on our now desks
are
crushing the life from things no one holds
from nobody
owns the bones
the
ancestors march on
eat me
and drink me
pyjamas
are a borrowed crime
rejoice
in the dust no one can settle
and
vanish in over our heads
no one
has owned a rainbow yet
who
catches cloud won’t keep them
this goes
for anything I’ve said
as with
the road, so conversation
these
very words
how you
read them
no one
will ever own any of them
we’ll
wait for the weather here
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